#but the reason was that they pulled off to a quiet pit stop and made out for so long that it was just irresponsible for them

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 43

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FF is a pretty good student. Solid Bs in his Gen-eds and As in regard to his major. With one C+ that he’s still working on with Captain Neil but it’s higher than the D+ that he had been pulling before Captain Neil had started to tutor him and he really just needs to pass the one gen-ed required math class.

There was many a deep breathing exercise before he made an appointment with his educational advisor for the next semester back in October but it hadn’t been that bad even though she was the one that had asked if he knew anyone good at math since it obviously was not a strong suit of his. So he dragged his grade up from a D+ to a C+ and he was pretty proud of that.

FF has a preferred spot in each and every one of his classrooms. In his Gen-Ed courses he sits in spots that the Professors don’t even notice and where there is almost always a gap between him and the next person. He arrives perfectly almost late every single day for every single class he can to achieve this feat.

For his Major classes he sits near the front with the few Foreign Language major friends that he has.

FF likes to be prepared. Studying was a nice way to prepare for the future. If he’s already read the entire textbook front to back and taken notes then a pop quiz can’t catch him off guard. He double, triple, and quadruple checks homework. He could probably recite the syllabus for any of his classes off the top of his head. He has read it so much to make sure he’s gotten everything and is on track.

FF kind of likes finals week.

For once, for one week, everyone is as anxious as him.

He sits next to Nicky patting his back as his friend sobs into a pillow. “I’m not going to graduate and it’s going to delay seeing Erik by an entire year!” Nicky yells as he brings his face out of the pillow.

“Nicky, you only got one flashcard wrong how about you shut the fuck up!” Aaron yells from his desk where he seems to have spontaneously developed ambidextrousness as he writes notes with both hands. “Fuck I am NEVER fitting all of this one one index card.” Aaron slams his face into the table.

“I don’t even need this degree.” Matt says looking down at a textbook that he has not turned a page on for the last hour. The fact that Matt had also not even opened that textbook before now was a bit of a cause for concern. “I’ve already got offers for professional teams. I can just play Exy. I do not need to pass a workplace psychology course.” Matt says.

“You think Dan wants an idiot?!” Nicky demands not wanting to go down alone.

“She thinks it’s cute that I’m stupid!” Matt exclaims.

“No she doesn’t!” Aaron points at him, “She said and I quote ‘I love it when you use that big ol sexy brain of yours.’ the last time you had her on speaker phone!” he uses a slightly more…effeminate voice when he impersonates Dan but FF had spoken with Dan and to his memory she did not sound like that.

“Fuck you’re right she deserves an all rounder!” Matt cries, head in his hands.

“Why do I even have to TAKE this Gen-Ed about history?” Nicky demands now holding onto FF as if he were a teddy bear.

“So that we’re well-rounded individuals with a wider perspective on-”

“Smithy, my sweet child, I was not looking for an answer.” he feels Nicky’s hand come up to his hair and maybe he’s being treated more like a favored pet?

“You’re having trouble with a Gen-Ed?!” Aaron asks turning around in his seat, “That’s embarrassing.” he turns his nose up.

“I’m having trouble with something that is going to be useless in my adult life.” Nicky says as if he were not currently an adult. “You are having issues with a class that will have huge ramifications on your future if you don’t manage to learn it!” Nicky points out.

“Eat my shorts Nicky.” Aaron hisses.

“Maybe I could study if you would wash your shorts Aaron. I can smell your laundry pile from over here!” Matt spits.

The fight devolved from there and FF slipped out of the dorm as Nicky was holding a chair over his head to seemingly throw at Matt for his ‘unreasonable number of sticky notes messing up the flow of Nicky’s studying’.

He heard a crash.

“It’s probably fine.” he says to himself and he has his index cards with the speech he has to give for and he really should go over to talk with Captain Neil.

He walks to Captain Neil, Andrew, and Kevin’s door and- “There faster-!”

FF walks away from Captain Neil, Andrew, and Kevin’s door, remembering only in this moment that Kevin had declared that he would be “Living in the library until this paper is done or I am.” to the team at the last practice of the year.

Captain Neil and Andrew were never the type to waste an empty dorm room.

He misses Pepto Bismol as he hears a particularly dirty line of Russian coming from his Captain’s dorm room.

***

Eventually Finals week is done and dusted with only 4-5 more blow-ups in his dorm room that result in Nicky, Aaron, and Matt stopping their fight to see if they accidentally had knocked him out with all of the thrown debris (only happened once when Aaron threw a textbook that Nicky ducked but he didn’t.)

FF came out of his final…final feeling pretty good all around. He had managed to get some extra tutoring time with Captain Neil after Kevin managed to finish his history paper a little early. Despite all of their fears and complaints Aaron, Nicky, and Matt all did manage to pass all of their finals and their classes.

The Tower was closing tomorrow for the rest of the year and despite checking almost every day with Nicky he still was invited to go to New York City with most of the team to stay at Allison’s house.

“Smithy, did you pack a swimsuit?” Nicky asks.

“Nicky, we’re going to New York for Christmas break. Do you think we’re going to swim?” Aaron asks incredulously.

“Two words, my fetus of a cousin: Hot. Tub.” Nicky holds his hand up and putting one finger up and then another. “Is hot tub two words?” Matt asks as he reaches for his own swim trunks.

“Yes Matt hot tub is two words.” FF says nodding.

“Thank you Smithster.” Matt says.

“I can’t believe you don’t know that hot tub is two words.” Aaron says with a huff.

“I can’t believe that you don’t know how to not be an asshole even after you started getting regular sex with Katelyn.” Matt returns, “Look at how not a thing that was when Smithster answered it.” he gestures to FF.

“You cannot compare Smithy to Aaron. Apples and Tomatoes.” Nicky dismisses.

“Whatever, so Allison got a hot tub at her place?” Aaron moves past the conversation.

“Aaron you just made fun of Matt for asking stupid questions.” Nicky says with a hand on his cheek.

“I fucking hate being part of your family.” Aaron says without any real heat.

“Yeah sure.” Nicky says, rolling his eyes and smiling as he saw Aaron packing swim trunks that FF knew he had bought for his cousin.

“Okay, I’ve got the packing list that Allison sent. Do we wanna run through it so that we’re all properly packed?” Matt says holding up his phone.

“Yeah, let’s run through it.” Nicky says with a sigh.

They went through Allison’s provided list twice and then zipped up their suitcases. Smith was going to be driving to the airport with Matt. Neil and Andrew were going to be driving the Maserati up alone while the rest of them were going to be flying up to New York City.

Now onto something that filled FF with far more dread than simply passing tests that determined whether or not he continued to get a free ride in college.

Meeting new people.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

#Fluent Freshman AU #Just as a note I'm probably going to be taking November off #I should be getting the keys to the Condo on Halloween #and there's just so much to do with it #So I'll be doing a smaller WW #and taking the month off for FF #But I'll come back with some fun I've been planning for ages #Specifically Smith getting to meet Renee and Allison for the first time #And really getting to know Dan #There may be a few special guests but I haven't decided yet #Andrew and Neil absolutely take an extra day to get up to New York for 'absolutely no reason' #but the reason was that they pulled off to a quiet pit stop and made out for so long that it was just irresponsible for them #to not go to a motel #As for where we left off with the Winter Banquet #It was just Smith waiting around until the bus came back #He just ignored that old dude looking for him #and walked to the bus without breaking stride #Who knows who said that Smith was there #I do #FF - 42 #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #Andreil #Nicky Hemmick #Kevin Day #Aaron Minyard #Matt Boyd

[bettymylove]

yours

when you can't deny the tension between you and your rival what happens?

pairing: theo nott x reader

content: 18+ mdni, spanking, choking, graphic kissing, p in v, unprotected sex, oral(female receiving).

"Correct, Mr. Nott, five points to Slytherin" your professor had said for the third time in a row and you were practically seething, it was idiotic. You were sure he had devised a trick to give the right answers to tick you off.

The whole class stayed quiet, everyone knew about the fiery hatred you both possessed for each other and the rivalry that came with it.

"State one side effect of pepperup potion?" Snape had stated in a voice that made it clear he wanted nothing to do with what he was currently engaged in.

You knew this one, it had clicked in your brain, clearly showing on your face, the first words were out of your mouth until someone interrupted you midway and that delightful someone was known as Theodore Nott.

You had never given a reason for him to hate you, but you faced the repercussions of it. As a way of pure childish revenge, you had begun hating him too, although you had not one reason to do so.

Soon the class had finished and you were released from being in a state of complete anger. Theo however couldn't stand the sight of you being happy and thus began speaking. "Is our y/n jealous I'm better at potions than her?" he laughed while saying it and he was laughing after it and you being the bigger person decided to ignore it.

It had been the last class of the week and you were ready to be enamored in the weekend party life of an average Hogwarts student.

You were not much for it before, but you had taken a liking to it ever since you realized the only way to forget about Theo and his perfect little face was to get as drunk as a skunk.

Wearing the tightest dress you own was the social expectation, and you obeyed it, and after all you did like the way you looked, fixing your hair just before leaving to make sure it was perfect in every way.

Reaching the common room, you could feel the bass of the music in the pits of your stomach. Going straight for the bar, you picked up a drink, sipping on it while looking around for possible men who could end up in your sheets.

However, your eyes found a sight you decided you weren't fond of looking at, Theodore Nott sticking his tongue down some random Slytherin who by the looks of it was one year below you.

Soon the bass of the music wasn't the only thing you could feel in your stomach, a fiery feeling accompanied it which only grew when Theo met your eyes and winked. That cheeky bastard.

Another rivalry although this time quite different from the one that took place in the classroom earlier that day began. Your eyes landed on Lorenzo Berkshire, and you knew that he would go perfectly with your devious little plan.

He was an acquaintance you had talked to before and you enjoyed his company so it was not completely bad, but you couldn't help yourself from wishing it was someone else.

Quickly reaching his side at the bar you ask for another drink, the same one you had before, and downed it in one go. "Enzo, don't you want to dance with me?"

He laughed a breathy laugh and then tilted his head, "Theo will kill me if I do that" and you tilted your face in the same direction as his letting out a scoff, of course he was ruining your chance with any man you counted to be suitable.

"But I guess a little taste of heaven won't hurt right?" he said after a long pause and you pulled him to the dance floor facing Theo.

An unspoken challenge began between you two, he danced with the girl in his arms as you danced with Enzo. He kissed her, and you tilted your face back so you could capture his lips, although you could see from your not-so-closed eyes that he had stopped and so did you.

Grinding your hips on Enzo, Theo's face had become remarkably red and this time instead of locking eyes with you, he locked it with him and silently told him to go away with a slight tilt of his head and he obeyed.

You whined at the loss of contact and more on the thought that you would lose in the silent battle. However, something else happened before you could think about what happened.

Theo had joined you in dancing, putting his hand on your waist, swaying to the beat until he spun you and when you stopped you crashed right into his chest, not moving you took three deep breaths to calm yourself down. one, two, three.

That so didn't work, you were still flushed and you were entirely sure you could hear his heart beating giving you some kind of reassurance that you weren't the only one feeling like this, like how you weren't supposed to.

Soon, you both locked eyes, and it must have been a while until you blinked, which prompted him to do the same. A sigh left your mouth when his hand was just above your ass. You needed more, and you were fairly certain he was ready to give you whatever you needed.

You joined both your foreheads, lips just about to touch. You wanted him to make the first move, to do something. He tilted his head back and let out a loud groan and you thought that you misunderstood him but soon both of his calloused hands found your cheeks pulling you in.

The most awaited moment of your life had finally come, his lips made you feel like you were an angel who was being given an award for being good.

Soon his mouth opened and his tongue probed at your lips and you granted him entrance, doing the same to him. Forgetting the surroundings you both were in, all you could think about was the man who was in front of you.

"You're even better than I imagined" he broke the silence finally speaking his first words to you that night. You laughed at first, "you dreamed about me?" he nodded tilting his head once more, "Desperately so".

Soon the second kiss broke too, and you were invited by him to his dorm, to which you said yes, after all that happened your body couldn't think about saying no.

His hand found your neck as soon as you entered the room, pinned against the door. The hand pressing harder, and you loved every moment of it.

While kissing you had reached his bed, and you sat on top of him not breaking the kiss. Your kisses trailed downwards to his neck, while he groaned.

Flipping you over, so you were under him he attacked you neck, sucking and nibbling on it, so you were sure it would leave marks.

The dress you had on was abandoned along with your bra, and his shirt and pants were gone as well, you were now laying on the edge of the bed, while Theo was down on his knees.

His tongue entered you and you simultaneously entered heaven, his tongue forming a figure eight in your insides while his nose was repeatedly bumped your clit.

It wasn't long before you came, and it also wasn't long before you were thrown on the bed. Your ass in the air while his hands held yours in a tight grip, which had started to redden.

You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your clit when he asked the question, "Are you sure?" and you said yes.

Slowly, you could feel yourself enveloping him inch by inch until he was all inside you, getting used to the feeling of the slight burn along with the great amount of pleasure you gave him the consent to move.

He started with low thrusts going slowly, which then soon turned to having your face buried in the pillow while getting completely fucked out.

His other hand reached down to your ass slapping it, rubbing it, and then repeating the action. His hand left yours and you grabbed the headboard with your now free hands. He was using his free hand to collect your hair and pull it back which he let go and replaced the hair with your neck pulling you back up to engage you in a kiss.

"Dear god save me, I'm gonna come" you screamed and moaned on the verge of your release. "Even begging satan won't help now," he said in a low voice near your ear, which gave you goosebumps all over.

You had finally reached the euphoric stage, but Theo wasn't stopping, still giving continuous thrusts, until he slowly pulled out and released all over your ass marking you as his.

Laying down, he pulled close to him taking the help of his covers to engulf you both. "You were made for me, weren't you darling?" he said to you while you found a comfortable position to lie in. Kissing his lips you agreed with his statement, "always been yours".

#slytherin #draco malfoy #harry potter #theo nott #enzo berkshire #theo nott fic #theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott #theo nott smut #theo nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott fic #theodore nott smut #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott scenarios #chitasmut #theo nott one shot #theo nott scenario #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire x you

[thefallennightmare]

Caged In: Noah Sebastian[One Shot]

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, slight smut, talks about anxiety and depression.

Summary: Noah feels himself falling deeper into the darkness and only one person can pull him out.

Authors Note: I'd felt compelled to write about Noah's mental health break and Just Pretend acoustic since I first heard it. I hope you all love it.

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“Noah?” I called out into the vast darkness of our home. 

The old bones of the home creaked with each step as I walked farther into the darkness, a deep frown settling on my face. I was certain he was home, the text I received from him hours ago told me so. 

My Love 🖤: I’m going to lay down for a bit. Worked too hard in the studio.

I’d been out all afternoon with friends, catching up with them after not seeing them for a few months. I was hesitant to leave due to everything that came to light with Noah but he assured me with an almost there smile that he’d be alright while I was gone. He would keep himself busy in the studio. 

“Noah?” 

My voice met silence as I slowly ascended the stairs, realizing he wasn’t on the main level. It was so quiet, I wasn’t sure if Jesse or Michael were home. Both of their bedroom doors were shut and knowing that Jesse always kept his door open when he was home, it was clear he wasn't. 

Softly knocking on Michael’s door, he opened it with a head full of messy bed head. 

“Sorry,” I frowned when I remembered it was almost late evening. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”  

He gave me a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, Y/N. You got my text?” 

I nodded. Michael’s text was the reason why I’d cut my girls night early. 

“Is he in the studio?” I asked. 

“No,” Michael shook his head. “He met up with Ash for a lesson but I haven’t heard him come home.”

“He told me he was going to lay down,” I pulled out my phone to check Noah’s location. 

At Home since 2:30 p.m.

“Noah’s been home all day,” I said. 

Now it was Michael who frowned. “Why would he lie to us?”

“I have a feeling I know why,” I sighed. 

The frown never left my face at this point so with a small nod, I walked down to the other end of the hallway towards mine and Noah’s bedroom. I could have checked here first, but the SOS text I received from Michael had me wanting to check in with him first. 

As I approached our bedroom door, a soft sound touched my ears and I felt my world turn upside down. My heart dropped to the pits of my stomach as I hesitated reaching for the knob. I could feel the tears burning in the corners of my eyes and let out a long breath.

We couldn’t ignore this any longer. The hiding, the pretending, and the lies needed to stop.

Pushing through the bedroom door, I bypassed the made bed and entered the ensuite bathroom, nearly faltering at the sight in front of me. 

Oh, Noah. 

The bathroom light was off, only lit up from the moonlight breaking its way through the glass of the large window above the bathtub. His large frame slumped against the shower wall, his toned and defined back to me. The intricate lines of his tattoo shivering underneath the water that most likely ran cold. Both of his hands were spread widely apart against the wall, keeping him anchored while his forehead hung low. Droplets of water fell from the ends of his hair, down to the water pooling at his feet. 

Over the noise of the shower, soft cries echoed in the marbled space and Noah’s shoulders shook violently as the sobs tore through him. I stripped out of my clothes pretty quickly, not bothering to take my makeup off as I stepped into the large shower and wrapped my arms around him from behind. 

Noah’s cries seized for a moment and I knew that he would try to pretend everything was fine. 

“It’s alright,” I cooed, placing a kiss to the middle of his shoulder blades. 

One of his hands reached for mine wrapped around him and brought it to his lips. 

“You’re home early.” 

I rested my cheek against his back. “You needed me.” 

“Angel,” Noah breathed. 

Pretty quickly, I slipped underneath his other extended arm so now I was facing him. Glancing up through the chilled shower water that hung on my eyelashes, I sucked in a breath when I noticed how bloodshot Noah’s eyes were. 

“Oh, love,” I carefully caressed his cheek. 

He hadn’t shaved in weeks and I desperately wanted to feel the ginger hair that lined around his mouth tickling the sensitive skin of my thighs. 

Those almond eyes that were always filled with love, wonder, and light had begun to dull into nothing; darkness like the feeling that was beginning to dig its claws into Noah. I’d been afraid for weeks now that while I was away with work or other things that the darkness would swallow him whole. Which is why Michael texted me earlier, he’d become worried for his best friend. 

“I’m fine,” his voice shook. 

“No you’re not,” I gently shook my head. “You’re far from fine, Noah. You can’t keep this facade up.” 

I felt him beginning to slip away from me, like he had many times before. Whenever I tried to get close to him, he would push me away with the lie that nothing is wrong with him. 

“Stop,” I almost begged while wrapping my arms around his neck. “Please don’t pull away from me.” 

Noah stood frozen underneath the chill of the water, the heat long gone and telling me he had been in the shower for quite some time. Behind those dark eyes told an even darker story of a broken man crying out for help. The war that waged in his mind was one he couldn’t continue to battle on his own. 

“I can’t,” Noah shook his head. “You don’t deserve my demons. Your light is too pure for them, angel.” 

My shoulders fell when he pulled away from me completely, the space between us was something I’d become accustomed too. Every time I tried to get close to him, have him open up to me, Noah created an even larger space between us. 

“That’s not fair,” I wrapped my arms around my chilled body. “You don’t get to make that decision, Noah. It’s in our fucking vows that I’ll help you through these dark times.”

His face twitched and he cast his eyes down to his feet, a silent way of telling me he was done with the conversation. I did my best to not let my anger over take me because this wasn’t something he deserved. It wasn't his fault that the demons were winning. I needed to be his light in the darkness. 

For a brief moment, I drank in the sight of his bare body in front of me as the droplets of water ran down the grooves of his muscles. I followed one particular drop of water as it fell over his cock and I bit my lip. It had been weeks since we were intimate last because Noah wasn’t at the right mental headspace for it. I never pushed him, letting him take his time. But as the weeks went on and the heated kisses turned into barely there pecks, my heart was beginning to fear the worst. 

“Do you still love me?” I blurted out. 

Noah’s head snapped up. “What?” 

Turning my head to the side, I let out a shaky breath and wiped away the water from my face. 

“I didn’t mean to. This isn’t about me.” 

My name fell in a quiet whisper as I left Noah standing in the shower alone and wrapped one of the large towels around my frame, doing my best not to shiver at the chill I felt deep within my bones.

It was true. This wasn’t about me. I was supposed to be comforting Noah, not asking him a question I already knew the answer to. But I let those demons that were plaguing Noah affect me. I knew better than to let those win. 

Turning swiftly on my heels, ready to go back into the bathroom to apologize, I nearly dropped my towel when I saw Noah’s tall frame standing over me. He wore his towel loosely around his hips and the wet tendrils of his maple hair fell into his eyes. His broad chest rose and fell with each deep breath as his hands quickly found my hips, yanking me into his chest. 

“Don’t ever question my love for you, angel. Alright?” 

His voice was soft, which surprised me. I expected him to be upset and gruff with my accusation. 

“I didn’t mean to,” my bottom lip wobbled. “I can feel you physically and emotionally pulling away from me, love. I guess I needed that reassurance.” 

I felt a subtle kiss to my forehead and found myself grasping at the sensation it filled me with. 

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Noah’s eyes glistened as he looked down at me. 

We both sniffled at the same time and I molded even farther into his embrace. 

“I love you too,” I proclaimed. 

“I know,” he nodded once. “I also know that I’ve been pulling away from you and I don’t mean to. The demons in my mind keep telling me that no one cares. They keep whispering that no one will be there to save me.” 

“That’s not true,” I began, to which he cut me off by wrapping a hand around the side of my neck. 

“I know that. I’m trying to fight against them but it’s been so hard with everything going on. I feel like my mind and body are in a constant battle of what’s right,” Noah divulged with a tight grip on my neck, almost as if he was afraid I’d be the one to slip away. 

“I’m locked in a cage with those demons. They keep beating me down, not letting me take a fucking breath,” his nose scrunched in an effort to keep the tears away. “They’re telling me to leave you because you deserve a husband that is home all the time, not on the road most of the year. You deserve a man that can give you all of his time.”

“Noah,” I grasped at the thick muscles of his arms, my heart breaking at the sight of my husband looking so defeated. 

I’d known Noah since we were teens and given everything he'd gone through, I’d never seen him like this before. He’d always been the type of man that put others first, took care of his family before himself, and it became clear that I might not have been doing my part of a wife and taking care of him.  

The chilled night air crept in through our open bedroom window, the curtains dancing to the music of the crickets outside and our gentle cries. 

“I’ve lied to everyone. Pretended that everything is fine when it’s not. I’m crumbling into a man I don’t recognize anymore and I’m so fucking scared,” Noah burying his face int he crook of my neck, his tears mixing with the water from the shower that had yet to dry. 

“Will you wait for me until I let you down?” 

With a loving embrace, I began to sway Noah in my arms while his face was still hiding in my neck. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Noah,” I promised. “I’m right here with you. Through the darkness. I’ll do whatever I can to pull you out.” 

The silence from him was deafening, an eerie feeling that made you tip toe because you were afraid one wrong move would set it off. All of us knew Noah was a ticking time bomb and we all were careful with what we said around him. We gave him the space when he needed it, we didn’t push him when we knew he was lying about his feelings, but when Jesse and I shared a look the other night we knew we couldn’t tip toe around Noah anymore. 

“Fucking bullshit!” Noah slammed the fridge door shut; the condiments in the door rattling against each other. 

Jesse and I looked away from our card game at the kitchen table to see Noah slamming the kitchen cabinets now. 

“Love,” I said softly. “Is everything alright?” 

His eyes sliced into mine. “No, Y/N. I can’t find anything to eat in this fucking house.” 

Jesse stilled next to me, ready to be on the offense if he needed. Noah rarely cussed, especially at me. But I patted Jesse’s knee softly underneath the table, letting him know it was alright. 

This wasn’t Noah. We knew it. 

“I thought you went shopping earlier,” I said. 

Noah ran a hand through his hair. “No, it was your turn.” 

My brows peaked. “Noah, you told me this morning that you would go after your therapy session.” 

He didn’t utter a word, simply stuffed his hands in the pockets of his joggers before stomping up the stairs. 

“Did you skip your session again?!” I yelled after him only to be met with the slamming of our bedroom door. 

That night Jesse, Michael, and I all talked about how we would start helping Noah because we were hurting seeing him in such a dark place. Earlier tonight, Michael’s text gave me immediate fear which is why I cut my night early. 

Michael: He broke his guitar, Y/N. It’s in pieces in the studio. I don’t know what happened but there’s blood on the carpet.

Back in the solace of our bedroom, I gently lifted Noah’s left hand to finally get a look at the deep cut along the tattoos of his best friend's name. 

Keaton. 

Thankfully with the shower, the blood seemed to stop but not wanting to risk it, I led Noah over to our bed and made him sit on the edge. As I stepped away from him, ready to get the first aid kit, his arms yanked me back to him which caused my towel to drop to the floor. 

“Please don’t leave me,” he choked out. 

My fingers worked through the drying knots of his hair as I bent down to kiss his head. “I’m not going anywhere, love. I’m right here with you.” 

We stayed like that for quite some time, Noah sitting on the bed while I stood in front of him; his arms caccooning around me. At that moment, no one else in the world mattered, just Noah and I. Albeit our love might have felt at a standstill the last few weeks, we both didn’t need to fear anymore that the darkness would encompass us whole. We began to realize that in that darkness, flowers would bloom and we could grow. 

“What happened to your guitar?” I asked. 

Noah pressed a gentle kiss to the skin of my stomach and I shivered, body ignited with the contact. 

“I was working on a song for you and I couldn’t get it right,” he admitted with a disappointed sigh. 

He glanced up at me, resting his chin on my stomach as I peered down at him. The roughness of his fingers grazed over the growing heated skin of my back and I let the stress of wondering if he was alright ease away. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

I brushed back the hair from his face. “It’s alright, love. I’m glad I’m here though. Is there anything you need from me?” 

Another kiss to my heated skin; this time along the valley of my breasts. “Just you.”

“I should wrap your hand, in case it bleeds again,” I breathed when his warm lips continued to leave marks all over my skin. 

Noah hummed in response and then pulled me down to the bed with him so we could lay in a mess of locked and naked limbs together. I lay on my back as he buried his face in my neck yet again, breathing me in. The head of his cock brushed along the side of my thigh and I let out a hushed moan, desperately wanting to feel it slip between my folds; it had been so long. 

“Angel,” Noah grazed his fingers over my collar bone. “I crave to feel you again but my brain isn’t in the right headspace.” 

I lifted his chin to force him to look at me. “I won’t push you, Noah. I’m here for you whatever you need.” 

Oh so slowly, I saw the light behind the dark depths of his eyes begin to flicker. 

“Can I play that song for you?” He asked. 

My lips curled up into a smile. “You don’t even have to ask me, love.” 

With a kiss to my lips, one that I wasn’t eager to let go off, Noah slipped away from me to get dressed. 

“I still haven’t cleaned up the mess in the studio. Give me a few minutes?” He said after slipping on the house communal Chief hoodie. 

“Take your time. I’m going to get dressed.” 

While Noah was gone, I dressed in a pair of thin cotton panties and one of his shirts, his scent immediately filling my senses. I went about lighting a few incense sticks, the ones that always calmed Noah down and settled into bed when he stepped back inside. With the moonlight casted over his face, I could see more of that light return as soon as he smelled the incense. 

I patted the spot next to me. “Saved you a spot.” 

Noah practically bounced on the mattress next to me, my giggles echoing around the room. He sat across from me, letting the guitar rest along his lap as he stared intently at me. 

“What?” I shifted underneath the blanket. 

“I missed that laugh,” he blinked. “I’ll never fucking forgive myself for being the reason you stopped laughing like that.” 

My lips parted to speak but he shook his head, silencing me. “I haven’t been the best husband the last few weeks and I know no matter how many times I apologize, it won’t be enough to make up for how I treated you and the guys. It’s not fair to any of you.” 

I nodded as he continued. “Jesse mentioned that you’re worried about me going overseas for all those summer festivals.” 

It was true. 

Noah would be gone for weeks while I stayed back home for work and I couldn’t stop biting my nails with worry about how he would be. I knew everyone would take care of him but it did nothing to ease my own demons. 

“I just want to make sure you’ll be alright,” I bit my lip with nerves. 

Noah tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “I’m not going.” 

“Wh-what?” I stuttered. 

“I wanted to talk with you about it first. With the stress of the CJ OST release and everything the last two years, I need a mental break. I need time to rest and do the things we always talk about but never get to do,” Noah said. 

“So you’ll just cancel all the upcoming shows?” I asked, fingers grazing over the tattoos on his arm as he still cupped my cheek. 

“I’ll still play UPHEAVAL and INKARNATION but I don’t think I should go overseas. I need to get my mind right again. I need to get back into therapy and talk to someone about these feelings. I know I have you but-.” 

“Sometimes it’s better to talk to someone else,” I finished for him with a kiss to the inside of his palm. “Whatever you decide, Noah. I’ll support you. Although I do think this is a great idea.” 

Noah agreed and for the first time in a long while, the smile that I fell in love with slowly crept to his face. I was captivated by it that I nearly missed his thumb brush away a tear, suddenly avoiding eye contact with me. 

“I know the pain you hide behind the smile on your face,” I tapped his nose. 

He playfully rolled his eyes before adjusting the guitar on his lap, strumming a few random notes.. “Well, funny you mention Just Pretend.”

I pursed my lips with confusion. 

“Remember all those years ago when I told you there was a demo for it but I didn’t want you to hear it because I thought it wasn’t any good?”

The memory was clear as day in my mind. We’d just moved into this house with Michael and Jesse, two weeks after Noah and I had our secret wedding. We sat on the floor of this bedroom as he played for me Just Pretend; at the time what I thought was the original and only version. Besides the rest of the guys, I was the first one to hear the song in its entirety. 

“What about it?” 

Noah let out a long breath before the beautifully haunting melody of our song began to fill the empty space of air between us. 

“I'm so afraid that the walls that I have made have locked me in I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend.”

Immediately I picked up on the change of lyrics; these ones cutting even more deep than the original. 

“So will you wait me out until I let you down? So will you wait me out until I let you down?”

I sucked in a breath when the words he cried into my shoulder earlier suddenly made sense. Unsure if he knew or not, Noah’s body began to sway with his music. 

“I can wait for you at the bottom. I can stay away if you want me to. I could wait for years if I gotta. Heaven knows I ain't getting over you.” 

Quickly, I glanced down to the tattoo on the inside of my forearm. 

Heaven knows I aint getting over you.

“I know the pain that you hide behind the smile on your face. And not a day goes by that I don’t wish it’d go away. So will you wait me out. Until I let you down? So will you wait me out. Until I let you down?”

I hastily wiped away the tears as they hung on my lashes, doing my best to not let the sobs overcome me. He sat criss crossed on the bed, the rose tattoo on his knee brushing against mine. 

“I can wait for you at the bottom. I can stay away if you want me to. I could wait for years if I gotta. Heaven knows I ain't getting over you.”

Noah’s eyes had been closed thus far but it was as if he needed to make sure I was still here, listening to him pour his heart out for me; like he did all those years ago. When our eyes met, I gave him a reassuring nod, urging him to continue.

“Can we try again when we’re not so different? Can we make amends? Why can’t we just pretend?” 

I couldn’t stop watching the way his fingers strummed against the strings of the guitar. The silver colors of the moonlight highlighted the sharpness of his cheek bones, down to his plump lips as they sang our song. 

“Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning. Way down, would you say I'm worthy? Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning. Way down, would you say I'm worthy?”

“Always, my love,” I breathed, pulling my knees to my chest.

The corners of Noah’s lips turned up. “I can wait for you at the bottom. I can stay away if you want me to. I could wait for years if I gotta. Heaven knows I ain't getting over you.”

Two years and a house full of love and laughter later, here Noah and I sat in the same position as he sang me his original demo for Just Pretend. My heart beat wildly in my chest, the noise roaring in my ears, as he finished out the song with a long, unsteady breath. 

“Can we try again when we’re not so different? Can we make amends? Why can’t we just. Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning. Way down, would you say I'm worthy? Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning. Way down, would you say I'm worthy?”

Once the guitar was set on the bed next to him, I climbed into Noah’s lap, immediately crashing my lips to his. It was a slow and lazy kiss, filled with the fire of our love that we spent years building and restoring after many dark moments. His tongue brushed along my bottom lip, capturing what was left of my peach chapstick, humming in delight. 

Breathless, I rested my forehead against his. “I fucking love you, Noah.” 

The same thumb that brushed away his tears earlier brushed away mine. “I love you too, angel. I promise I’ll become the husband you deserve again. Those demons are still there but your love keeps them at bay.” 

I pulled him down to bed with me, covering us both with the blanket as I held him from behind him. Noah would never admit it but he loved being the big spoon. It had been so long since we slept like this, always finding ourselves sleeping back to back.

“I’ll be here for you, Noah. Heaven knows I ain't getting over you,” a soft kiss to his sweater glad back. 

He linked our fingers together, bringing them to his lips. “We plan on releasing that version on the soundtrack but I wanted you to be the first one to hear it.” 

“Thank you,” I breathed in his scent. 

We found ourselves in a comfortable silence and let the tears we shed together dry against our skin. Neither of us were perfect but those demons would no longer cage Noah inside his mind. I’d walk through the flames of hell to protect him from them. Just as slumber sunk its claws into me, ready to drag me under, Noah’s soft voice roused me from sleep. 

“I dream in Hell and wake up screaming. Wishing that I was someone else. The static leaves me in a catatonic peace. I wanna finally sleep now.”

Swallowing the large lump in my throat, I raked my nails along the skin of his stomach underneath his sweater. 

“Sleep now, my love. I’m right here.”

#tina talks #thefallennightmare #noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian one shot #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens #bad omens cult #bad omens fanficiton

[thrasherella]

Dragon!hybrid who absolutely on purpose accidentally gets himself and his cute lil' human coworker trapped in the supply closet while everyone else is at lunch

...

"Was that the door?" she felt an uncomfortable lurch in the pit of her stomach, a little grunt escaping her as she was roughly pushed forward into the shelves.

"Fuck," he swore softly; she thought because he, like her, had realized that yes, the light 'click' they just heard was the door closing behind him, locking them inside the cramped space until someone from the outside opened the door.

The actual reason he had sworn, was because with the way they were positioned in the tiny space, her back was fully pressed against his front, and she was at the perfect height that her soft ass was jammed into his crotch.

He tried to move so that he could give her more space but it was impossible, ending up pushing further into her; she could feel her face growing hot as she became aware that his cock was nestled right up against her slit, separated by just a couple of layers of clothing. The thought of his thick, ridged cock being shoved inside her made her cunt ache, feeling a hot pang behind her naval, using every ounce of her willpower to keep herself still.

This was exactly what he wanted.

"This is the closet with the funky lock, huh?" of course she already knew the answer; everyone at the office knew this supply closet was jinxed, had an abnormally heavy door, and a lock that locked automatically from the outside as soon as the door closed, but for whatever godforsaken reason couldn't then be unlocked from the inside. She was just really, really hoping that she was wrong.

He could tell she was trying so hard to be nonchalant, but he could already smell her mounting arousal, feel the little shifts of her hips, the heat starting to radiate from her body.

She might have wanted this as much as he had.

"Yeah," he breathed, licking his lips, mouth suddenly very dry. "We're stuck until someone opens the door from the outside..." his voice trailed off, and there was a very pregnant pause, and then it was as if a sudden switch was flipped.

They were desperately grinding against one another, writhing within the small space, hips rolling and bumping as they tried to push themselves as close together as possible. She made soft moans and sighs as he hushed her gently, reminding her to be quiet.

"You don't want to get caught, do you? Or maybe you do, hnnnn? Do you like being watched?" his voice was unexpectedly low, and he felt his swelling cock throb as she gave a little whimper in response, but did not argue against him. "You do like being watched; what a dirty girl, I knew you were a freak," she heard his tail thump against the door the same time she felt his tongue, hot and wet against her ear, and she bucked her hips harder, a shiver running down her spine. She wished so badly to feel more of him, and as if he had read her mind she felt his clawed hands running up the length of her thighs, scratching her lightly, goosebumps racing along her skin.

He was unintentionally pushing her into the shelves, and she accidentally knocked over some spare boxes of pens and permanent markers, sending a couple of them clattering to the floor as one of his hands slipped under her skirt and quickly pulled aside her thin panties, pressing his digits against the outside of her soaked entrance. "Mmmmm, whoops--" one curious, insistent finger slid into her soft folds, and she was unable to stop the heady sound that fell from her lips. "You're just so wet..."

He fucked his finger in and out of her, adding a second digit, her sweet juices running down his hand and wrist as she drenched him, his unrelenting fingers brushing up against all the right spots. Mercifully, she'd found an old, spare blanket that was way back on one of the shelves, which she now pressed her face into, muffling her erotic cries.

"Fuuuck that's so hot," his breath was hot against her ear, voice again that low, rumbling tone. "Do it again..."

He made her come three more times on his fingers before he was satisfied, all the while feeling his rock hard cock grinding against her ass.

She felt a sudden molten surge of anticipation as she heard the clinking of his belt buckle being undone.

"Tell me little freak, is this your first dragon dick?" there was the soft sound of fabric hitting the floor, she felt the back of her pencil skirt being pulled up and something very hot was between her legs, pushing earnestly against her waiting pussy, her breath catching in her throat as he slowly filled her and then some, stretching her to her limit around his thick rod. She was seeing stars, feeling like he was going to split her in two as he made her take every inch of him. She had been right in her assumptions about his ridges, the extra texture rubbing against her insides in ways she hadn't felt before; it was amazing.

"Yeah," she managed to pant out, her legs already beginning to shake. "You're my first...it's so fucking good," she finished with a high pitched whimper as he gave a particularly rough shove, pushing his feet underneath hers so that she was standing on him. He held onto her hips, claws digging into her delicate skin, bouncing her up and down along his cock, pulling her back against him, using her like his little fuck toy.

Her mind clouded over, she couldn't think straight; all that she was able to process were the intense waves of pleasure that crashed over her again and again with every stroke of his cock, her pussy clenching and fluttering around his length as she came, squirting all over the floor and the shelves on front of her, his husky voice whispering and moaning in her ear.

"That's it cum for me baby...fuck you take me so well...I knew you would feel so fucking good on my dick; so wet and tight...cum for me again pretty girl..."

She became aware of something big pushing against her cunt, his rutting becoming more erratic as he fast approached his own climax.

"I'm gunna knot you," he grunted, grasping onto her hips tightly. "You're gunna look so pretty filled with my cum..." he abruptly rammed himself even deeper into her, his knot penetrating her already stuffed cunt and locking her to him as he gave a long, low growling moan, shooting her full of his hot load as he came. Her vision started to go black around the edges and she felt tingly all over, crying out in ecstasy into the blanket, coming with him for one final time.

She was overflowing with him by the time he was finished pumping out his orgasm into her, both of their juices mingling and staining much of the storage closet.

They remained entwined together as they caught their breath, his knot eventually relaxing and allowing him to slip out of her wetly, more of him dripping to the floor now that she didn't have his cock as a plug.

"You're gunna wanna clean that up before lunch hour is over," he chuckled lightly, getting his pants back on as his tail flicked against the doorknob, which turned and opened the door with ease. "By the way, the closet that does lock from the inside, is one floor up. We should really do this again sometime..."

#monster #monsters #monster smut #dragon #dragon hybrid #dragon boy #dragon boyfriend #monster boy #monster bf #monster boyfriend #teratophillia #tetrophilia #terato #monster x human #monster x girl #monster fucker #monster lover #monster romance #monster fuqqer #monster fudger #trapped #trapped in closet #size difference #size k!nk

[rainylana]

“My angel baby, I’m here.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: eddie finds out that you self harm.

warnings: reader self harms and is severely depressed, undertones of poor eating habits but very brief, language, lots of tears, blood, angst to the max, mentions of periods.

a/n: this is the longest that i’ve posted yet since getting back into writing and i’m super happy with how it turned out! it is a sensitive topic so it won’t be for everyone. this is dedicated to all the ones who can relate to this fic. i hope you all have an eddie in times when it gets too much. please let me know what you think. it means the world and more than you can imagine.

You knew that what you did was not healthy. You knew it was sick and messed up. You knew that if anyone found out, they’d think that you were insane. The scars you gave yourself had no real reason to be there. You blamed yourself for that. You didn’t know how to deal with your issues any other way. The moment you were alone you’d drift off to the bathroom, turn the shower on and begin your twisted ritual of self abrasions.

Life for you was difficult, but still, marking your self up was no excuse. You had tried to quiet, of course. Many times you had, but it was a habit you could not break. You were too used to doing it. It was an everyday thing. It was like breathing. You breath to live. You can’t not just breath. So for you, cutting yourself was like breathing. You didn’t think you could stop. It helped you deal with your pain.

If you’d have known what the evening was going to hold for you, you would have slit your throat the moment you woke up.

Darkness clouded your mind. Sitting in class, the fog you knew well was storming your brain cells, making everything else fuzzy and hard to understand. Everyone looked blurry, their faces funny and distorted. They sounded odd. Your heart ached and sunk into the pit of your stomach like it always did. You had no way of explaining what this feeling was and what it meant, but you didn’t like it at all. Once it got you, it had you.

You didn’t try to share any of this with Eddie. You didn’t want him to know how much you struggled. Scaring him away was your worst fear. It was why you never let him see the tops of your thighs. Sex was always under the covers. Lights off. Eddie didn’t complain of course. To him, sex was sex.

And god, did you love him. You loved him with your whole heart and soul. You’d be devastated if he knew your secret. It felt awful to bare, this huge burden you carried on your shoulders. You wondered if any of your other classmates shared it too. There was a darkness in your heart that was eating you alive.

“Babe,” A warm, thick hand grabbed your shoulder, pulling you from sinking to the bottom of the pool you were drowning in.

“Huh?” You said a little louder than you’d realized, blinking rapidly as your vision spun around the room. “What?”

You turned around in your seat to find Eddie’s doe eyes narrowed. “You good?” He whispered, leaning closer. “You’ve been staring at the floor for fifteen minutes.” Your class wasn’t even doing anything important. You had a sub, so everyone was doing their own studying or reading. Eddie had been talking to you until you drifted off.

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded with a swallow, grabbing his hand that still laid on your shoulder. “Sorry, Ed.”

“Just checking on my girl.” He gave you a wink that made you blush. “You coming over tonight?”

“Yeah.” You whispered with a fake smile, exhaustion taking over. He could see the way your lips had faltered. You turned back around and laid your head on your desk, arms being your pillow.

Eddie stared at you.

He might not have been the brightest bulb in the shed, but he knew you weren’t the happiest girl in the world. He knew you were sad and weren’t telling him about it. He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t going to pressure you into it, but still, he was worried about you. He wished for one night that they both could talk about you instead of his problems for a change.

Maybe tonight could be the night.

•

You must’ve gotten your period, he figured. Here it was four o’clock in the morning, and for some reason he couldn’t sleep. He had gotten up to get a glass of water but stopped when he’d seen blood seeping through the tops of your sweatpants, the blankets kicked down below your feet.

“Babe,” He said groggily, giving your shoulder a light shake. “Y/n, wake up.”

You hummed back asleep.

“Y/n, I think you got your period,” He rubbed his eyes, leaning over you to switch on the light. “You’re bleeding.”

That woke you up. “Huh?” Your eyes went wide and you sat up. “Oh,” You gasped upon seeing the red leaks of blood seeping from your sweatpants. An inhumane shock of terror left your throat and you leapt from the bed to disappear into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Eddie, thinking it was your period, thought it was a little funny, even if he was exhausted. He got up and followed you to the door. “Baby, hey, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’ll get some new sheets from the closet, alright? It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You didn’t respond. He waited for a moment to see if you would. He even knocked a few times before giving up and switching out the sheets on the bed. In fact, he did a lot before you actually came out. He changed the bed entirely, knocking again until you muttered a shaky response that you’d be out soon. He bit his thumb nail and paced for another five minutes before he went out for a smoke. He remained seated on the bed when you finally came out.

When he saw you, he knew something was deeply wrong. Your face was white and you were visibly shaken. Your face was stained with dried tears, your eyes bloodshot. Your heart felt like it was broken. This was too close. Nobody had ever gotten this close of finding out. The idea of him knowing made you feel sick. It was your burden and yours alone. It was yours. As sick as it was, it was who you were. Who were you if you didn’t do this? You were so used to it. It was routine for you. Half of the time you did it just to….well, just to do it, to feel something. You were addicted.

“Y/n,” Eddie glanced you over. “what’s wrong? Are you alright?” He stepped toward you, grabbing your elbows lightly. “Hey,”

You sniffled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go to bed.” You dismissed, now wearing a pair of dark leggings.

“Wait— babe, you’re crying,” He followed you to the bed, watching as you fixed the blanket over yourself. “Are you sick?”

“No, Eddie, I’m fine.” You adjusted your pillow, your body shutting down into survival mode. You needed the situation to be dismissed, shut down. “I’m sorry about the blood, was just my period.”

He sat down on the bed by your thighs. “Don’t be sorry bout’ that, honey. Just want to make sure you’re alright. You need anything? You want some water or something?”

“Eddie, I’m okay.” You stressed, laying down and turning your back to him. “Just forget about it, please.” Your voice broke.

He absolutely did not want to forget about it, not with the way you were trying not to cry. He sat there in the same spot for almost three minutes, eyes glued to your cheek. “Y/n,” He said again. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

You groaned into the pillow. “Damnit, Eddie, lay down!”

“See, I know you,” He shook his head. “You would never be this bothered over your period. Hell, last month you chased me around with your tampon!” He said bewildered, chuckling slightly. “Something else is wrong and you’re not telling me, and when something makes my girl cry, I want to know what it is, so tell me what’s got you so worked up, huh?”

You let out a sob and curled into yourself. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. God, you were so stupid. You shouldn’t have cut so deep.

“Baby,” Eddie frowned, leaning down to lay his torso on you, his chin laying on your shoulder so he could look at you. “Did I hurt your feelings today? Did I say something?”

“No.” You cried into your pillow. “No, Eddie, it’s not you. I promise, it isn’t you.”

He thought maybe he should just drop it, let you go to sleep and maybe it would be okay in the morning, but you were still crying, little puffs and pouts here and there. He couldn’t just dismiss that.

“It’s me.” You found yourself saying, out of the blue.

“What?” He missed what you had said. “I can’t hear you, honey.” He strained his ears to hear you.

“It’s fucking me!” You sobbed into your pillow, chest heaving with a heavy breath that made him jolt. “I’m the fucking problem!”

He had no idea why you were so upset. He didn’t know what to do. He gulped harshly. “Y/n,” He cooed, shushing you gently. He scooted closer, holding you tighter to place a kiss on your temple. “I’m here, baby. Shh, shh, I’m here.”

You let go, sobbing in his arms and into your wet pillow, you broke down in sobs. Most of it was just because you were purely exhausted and you were emotionally drained, depressed. This week you were in a deeper funk than what you’ve normally been in. You hadn’t been eating properly to start. Your showers consisted of laying on the floor and imaging yourself drowning. The idea of Eddie knowing your secret made you want to die, yet you spoke anyway.

“I’m so sad.” You whimpered while Eddie rocked you in his arms, his hands stroking your hair.

He’d thought maybe you’d fallen asleep. You’d been quiet for several minutes. “Why, baby?” He kissed your shoulder.

“I don’t know,” You thought, a crinkle in your nose as you tried to reason why you felt the way you did. “Something is wrong with me, Eddie.”

You were starting to scare him. He’d never heard you talk like this before. He swallowed hard, batting his eyes across the room like his answers were a poster on the wall. “Y/n, if you tell me maybe I can help you.”

God, was help possible? Could you stop? Did you even want to? Who were you if you didn’t have that one constant in your life?

The idea brought on a wave of fresh tears, your lips turning down in a blubbering frown. “You’ll think I’m disgusting.” Your back shook against his broad, bare chest. “You won’t— you won’t ever look at me the same. You’ll think…fuck, you’ll think I’m disgusting.” You sobbed broken-hearted.

Eddie started at your face, features masked in concern. He didn’t know what to do to make you feel better, and his mind was flashing the worst things that could’ve made you so upset, his imagination getting the best of him.

“Sweetheart, I promise whatever you think I’m going to say or do isn’t true.” He leaned over to wipe a tear. “I’m going to love you no matter what you say. That’s how this works, remember? Please, baby, tell me. You’re worrying me.”

Guilt made your heart pound. You let out a long mewl, curling up like a cat so you could cry. Eddie still didn’t let you go. This was your nightmare, yet you, yourself, were making it come true.

“I didn’t get my period.” You said with wet lashes.

“What do you mean?” He narrowed his eyes down at you.

You let out a sob, holding a hand to your stomach. “I mean, I- fuck, I didn’t get my..my- period!” You hyperventilated through your breath.

“Shh, calm down, sweetheart, you don’t have to rush,” He soothed you, rubbing your arms. “Come on, sit up with me.” He gently lifted you by the torso, your hair cascading down your back. You looked like a scared little girl. Your eyes were wet and your face was soaked like you’d been laying in the rain. Eddie sighed, his mouth in a frown as he tried to help you.

“Breath, honey,” He fixed your hair, smoothing it down in rough places.

“I’m so sorry.” You whimpered, grabbing his hands tightly, squeezing them.

“Don’t be.” He shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry for, angel. Just want you to tell me what’s got you so upset. What is it that you want to tell me?” He knew whatever it was, you wanted to tell him. And deep down, you did. Maybe that was why you couldn’t shut the hell up.

“I’m so scared.” You shuttered a breath. “I’m so scared that you’ll…what you’ll think of me.”

His heart was beating loud in his chest. “You said that you didn’t get your period,” He tried to question you gently. “What does that mean?”

Did you really want to do this? Did you want to just let it all go within a blink of an eye? Truthfully, yeah. Yeah, you did. You couldn’t do it anymore. At least not alone.

You sat up slightly, fingertips grabbing the waistband of your sweats as you tugged them down to your knees. You didn’t look at him as you sank back down to sit on your ankles.

“I cut too deep.” You wept, staring down at your thighs. It was your canvas, your target area. They were scared on every inch. Some white and faded with age, some angry and red.

When Eddie saw them, it connected all dots instantly. His eyes widened in horror at your legs. They looked absolutely terrifying. He couldn’t help let out a gasp. “Oh, god, y/n,”

His large palms ghosted over them, and he leaned down so he could examine them closer. “Jesus,” His own eyes blurred with tears, his bottom lip quivering with emotion.

“I know,” You shook your head shamefully. “I know, Eddie, but I can’t help it.” You lifted your head up as you shuttered out a tearful breath. “I can’t stop no matter how hard I try. It’s the only thing that helps me.”

“God, y/n,” He traced your scars with his fingertips, jaw fallen slack in shock.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You bawled. “I’m so…I don’t know, I’m just- just- so miserable and it’s the only thing that seems to help. I’m just so used to doing it and I don’t think I can stop!” You blubbered, snot dripping onto your cupid’s bow and dipping into your lip.

Eddie’s head snapped up. “Oh, baby, come here.” He grabbed you and pulled you into his lap. You crawled to him immediately. He cradled your back as you threw your legs around his waist, your chests flush together in a bear hug. You sobbed into his shoulder, his kisses peppering your neck. “I’m here, I’m here.” He repeated.

“My angel baby, I’m here.”

Your body wracked with moans and groans of heartbreak, but you couldn’t deny the amount of relief that left your soul. It finally wasn’t alone on your shoulders. “God, Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t.” Eddie hushed you. “You have nothing, nothing at all to be sorry about. I should be apologizing. I should have realized. I had no idea you were unhappy.”

“I’m so fucked up,” Your voice muffled against his skin. “I don’t even know why I’m sad I just- I just am! It doesn’t make any sense!”

“Stop saying that.” He held the back of your head with his palm. “How you feel is perfectly understandable. I’m glad you told me. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, okay? Baby, I’m so sorry you’ve been going through this alone, but I’m right here now, okay? I’m gonna help you through this. I’m gonna help you rise above this because you’re so strong and you don’t even realize it. But you’re my girl and I know.” He rocked you in his arms, cradled you like a baby as you cried. “I know, baby, I’m here, I’ve got you honey.”

“Please, help me.” You fisted his curls, your chest hollow, yet heavy with emotion. “I need help.”

He nodded, whispering soothing words of encouragement as he fought off a wave of tears. “You can get past this. I did.”

You pulled away, your face an absolute mess. Red, snotty and tearful. Your lips pulled down in the deepest of frowns. “Oh, Eddie,”

He turned his elbow in a 90 degree angle, and angle you’ve never exactly examined, and cried when you saw the faded white scars. You went right back to his chest, holding him like a teddy bear. “Oh, Eddie, I love you so much. I’m so sorry.”

He held you close and kissed your shoulder, allowing one singular tear to spill that you didn’t have to see. He stopped when he met you. You were his saving grace. He’d be sure and do the same for you. His angel baby.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons

[justpoliteconversations]

Apple Merchant [BOTW!Link x Isekai!Reader] (Part 2)

For any partnership to work, communication is key.

More self-indulgent trash for the soul.

PART: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Alternate Extras: Embrace

Masterlist

TW: Nothing worth mentioning.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise.

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It seemed infinitesimal: a single apple missing from the vast pool of resources you'd amassed over the years. Barely a drop in the metaphoric ocean and you'd treated it as such. At first.

A simple miscount, you'd reasoned. Not even you, with your convenient auto-sorting ability nor years of modern schooling, was immune to the inevitably of human error.

Days passed. Nothing much changed. Except that it did.

One mistake was expected. Two was acceptable. But Three? Four? You had your suspicions, but you'd pushed them aside and carried on as usual. Ignoring the cold pit opening in your stomach with each misplaced object. Every inconceivable miscount that only seemed to pile into a whirlwind of inevitability.

It escalated, because of course it would.

When one of your swords disappeared, you ignored the thundering of your heart. When your leftover meat skewers were suddenly two less? You balled your hands in your lap to prevent them from shaking.

Then, a week after the towers rose, your warm doublet vanished right off your back, leaving you suddenly in the plain clothes beneath. You stopped paying attention to the world for a while after, taking deep breaths to ease the tension in your body.

Once able to draw breath more freely, you put on your significantly less warm overshirt and pressed onward. Stopped at the nearest stable (Dueling Peaks, hours off of your intended route), ignored your guard's concerned (annoyed in Adino's case) stares and rented three beds for the night.

It took a long time for sleep to take you, but eventually you succeeded.

When you opened your eyes it was early morning, but still later than you'd usually be up by. The stable master was just starting his day, eating a quick breakfast of eggs and porridge. You should have been gone long before anyone else in the tent had even left their beds.

Your guard, Skims, glanced over at you from his own bed, concern evident on his weathered, weary face. He must have noticed the change in your breathing as you woke. You could see the question in his eyes, the way his brows rose just slightly and his mouth quirked.

You gave him a small shake of the head, a tired smile, and he nodded in understanding before rolling out of bed with a dramatic groan. It pulled a snort from you and you just caught the edge of a satisfied smile at the corner of his lips.

Man needed another raise. Fourth one this year but his loyalty and care was well worth the expense.

With that thought you pulled yourself from bed, fighting against the spring morning chill as you removed the covers from your sleep warmed body. Putting your feet to the ground was misery, and pulling away from the plush bedding a test of your resolve.

Beside you Skims was smirking in his tired way, knowing full well just how deeply the hyrulian cold effected you. His own metabolism kept him damn near toasty in all but the harshest climates, and he took quiet glee in watching you huff and silently whine against the nip of crisp morning air.

You cast a tired eyed glare up at him and he chuckled, knowing what you were thinking. He was right, for the record. You were thinking about how sweet revenge would be the next time you made for Gerudo.

Scratch that. Skims would be all too pleased to be back in that forsaken desert. Would even request a few days off to visit his three (that's right, three) gerudo baby mama's and four daughters.

You didn't think about it too much. It wasn't your business, and as far as you knew, all participants were happy with the arrangement. It wasn't your concern.

You sighed, taking the loss for what it was. Skims, at least, had the grace to not voice it aloud. Though you could feel the smug amusement radiating off of him well enough that it hardly mattered.

"I'll let Adino know we'll be heading for Hateno soon." He offered in the way of a peace offering, and at your nod he slipped out of the stable entryway without another word.

You stared after him, taking in the red-tinted dawn light bathing the world beyond. Stealing yourself against the persistent drafts leaking through the open tent flaps you began to ready yourself for the day.

You wondered if Link was okay. You were glad he had something warm to protect him through the night, even if it was at your expense.

As quickly as they'd come, you pulled away from those thoughts before they could fully take hold. Therein lies the path to lunacy, and bankruptcy.

The man now had access to your entire inventory, and if current happenings had told you anything it was that he had absolutely no qualms in using it. Be that because of his amnesia, his situation, his personality or even a mix of the three, you didn't know. And honestly, it didn't matter. The ending was the same.

Loss of merchandise. Loss of revenue. Perhaps even the loss of your business. All things you'd very much like to avoid.

Once dressed you took a moment to recenter yourself.

The next few days were going to be long and arduous.

---

You'd made it to Hateno without further delay, though you had to travel for two days nonstop to make up for lost time (stopping only to refresh the horses, much to Adino's irritation). By the end of it Skims was looking more weary than usual and Adino (a skinny hyrulian teenager with dark hair and a sour expression) more surly.

You slipped them both a few extra rupees before giving them the week off until further notice and Adino seemed to forgive you a little. Skims had just smiled gratefully, and when Adino had slipped away into the nearest alley, you'd handed Skims another hundred.

The older hyrulian's raised brows was merely answered by a small smile and a shooing motion, to which he huffed a dry laugh and obeyed the dismissal. You returned his backwards wave with one of your own even though he didn't see it. Or maybe he did.

Hard to tell with that man.

After that, you wasted no time in getting back to business. You visited all the stores on the main strip, catching up on the latest news from Pruce and giving him first pick of your more uncommon stock. He was your most valued business partner after all, and the one who gave you your moniker.

You owed him so much for helping you find your feet in those overwhelming early days. He'd put so much time and effort into your integration, bought so many god-damned unnecessary apples because you'd had nothing else to offer.

First pick of the batch was the least you could do in return for his continued kindness.

"There's a new house for sale." Pruce said conversationally, leaning against the counter as he begun picking through his new merchandise.

"Oh?" You'd inquired back politely, not really interested but willing to hear out any bits of information that may one day prove useful to you.

"Yeah. The abandoned one across the old bridge. The council has decided to sell it. If it doesn't go within the month, it's getting demolished."

Something nagged at the back of your mind, but you couldn't pin it down before it slipped away. Instead of dwelling on it, you thanked him for the information and took your leave.

The rest of that afternoon was rather uneventful. You walked the village back roads with quiet nostalgia, gazing up at the newly blossoming apple trees and freshly grown grass with heartfelt fondness. Eventually you passed the budding fields nestled in the far back of the village. Beyond that, the solitary apple tree you'd first been enamored with when you'd first arrived in this world.

And there it stood, seemingly unchanged after five years. Always the early bloomer. And bearer.

You touched the weathered bark gently, letting the rough surface ground you once more in reality. "Hello. You're as magnificant as ever, my friend. May this year be fruitful for you." It was silent as expected, but you leaned your head to the trunk and sent your thanks to it regardless.

Your first lifeline, a silent reminder of everything this world had given you. Even if no one understood, this tree deserved your utmost respect.

You took your time walking back to the village proper, breathing in the fresh, cool air with renewed appreciation. You were reminded once more that this land, these people, this new life had been kind to you.

With the uncertainty of Link's awakening lingering in your mind, you needed that reminder now more than ever.

Feeling lighter than you had in weeks, out of curiosity you took the long way around to inspect the new property for sale. Not that you had any intention of buying, but it wouldn't hurt to look.

It did, in fact, hurt. Like the scene from an overly dramatic psychological thriller, the moment you laid eyes on the house you remembered.

50,000 Rupees. Bolson. Link. The deal.

During your other life, when this had all been just a game, you'd dismissed the initial offer the first time you'd talked to Bolson. He'd then presented a discounted offer of 3000 and some odd amount of wood immediately after.

You'd never taken the first offer. It hadn't been practical for you at the time. You hadn't had the means to make that much rupees in such a short amount of time.

But Link had no limitations this go around.

He had your checkbook at his fingertips and no issue utilizing it.

50,000 rupees.

50 Thousand rupees.

Fifty Thousand rupees.

Fuck...

---

A moblin lumbered about the dense forest in slow, stumbling steps, sniffing at the air in search of its hidden adversary. It snorted, picking up an acorn and huffing at it inquisitively, tossing it away when it gave it no leads.

Hidden in the topmost branches of an elder tree, Link scrolled through his Sheikah slate, unbothered. Not much of anything felt threatening to him in these parts, not with the stash of weaponry and armor sets he'd found in his slate's inventory.

Especially not with the fairies stored away in there. 249 to be exact. Formerly 252.

Not for the first time he wondered who the slate belonged to before him. It most certainly had an owner at some point, if the sheer amount of useful items within it was anything to go by.

Had they died? He hoped not. That didn't seem right to him, though he couldn't pinpoint why he thought this.

Honestly, he didn't know much of anything. He just knew he was happy to have all these useful things waiting for him when he...woke up.

He wasn't sure what he'd have done if he'd started out with nothing. Not even memories of what to do to sustain and better himself.

He pulled a honey candy from the slate and popped it in his mouth as he continued to scroll, ignoring the moblin stomping around the base of the tree. It'd never find him anyway, simple-minded as it was. He hummed in happiness as the sweet treat began to melt on his tongue, ears twitching with delight.

After a time, he eventually made it near the end of the list (pulling some fire chuchu jelly from it) and was about to take care of his unwelcome guest. Until he noticed something off.

Some of the items near the end of the list looked fewer then before. Not just fewer, in fact. Some were gone entirely.

Link tilted his head, bright blue eyes widening with interest, candy held forgotten between his teeth. His breath hitched a bit, something warm and fierce growing rapidly in his chest as he noted more and more discrepancies he'd failed to notice before.

He spit the candy out and it hit the moblin on the head, causing it to growl lowly and whip it's head around in search of its assailant. Link wasn't paying attention to that though. That wasn't important.

At the very end of the inventory list he found a note. A simple slip of paper with his name emblazoned on it with black ink.

His heart begun race at the sight of it.

This was it. Proof that this slate had belonged to someone before. No. That there was someone, right now, who had access to the same technology, was bound to the same destiny.

They knew his name. They knew he was there in the world, and they were reaching out to him.

He wasn't alone. They're alive. They're real.

He was not alone anymore.

He wasted no time in taking the note from the inventory, face lighting up with awe as he took in the contents of the paper.

A dozen fire jellies, a torch and a piece of flint made quick work of the moblin, ripping it apart in a flash of light so suddenly it hadn't even the chance to properly squeal in terror.

Link paid its abruptly silenced death throes no mind. Instead, he jumped from the tree with one powerful leap, snapping his glider open to soar over the valley laid out far below.

He had no time for distractions now. He had to get to Kakariko as soon as possible, find this Impa woman and get directions to Hateno.

The voice in his head would have to wait a little longer. This Calamity guy too. Right now he had more pressing matters.

He needed get to Hateno. Where his new home was. Where their home was.

---

Link,

There is a house waiting for you in Hateno. Present this Proof of Purchase to the Village Council upon arrival.

Be sure to inform me before making any purchases exceeding 10,000 rupees. Use this note system to relay details.

If applicable, forward a list of necessary items and I will precure them for you.

Let's work well together. I look forward to doing business with you.

Your's truly,

AM

---

Must return to the shadows to recharge and recoup. (I lied. I stayed up editing this instead of sleeping. Don't post tired, you make lots of errors.)

#link x reader #link x you #isekai reader #botw link

[the-offside-rule]

Lando Norris (McLaren) - Did She? Ft. Oscar Piastri

Requested: yes

Prompt: 44) "Give me another chance."

Warnings: angst, rivalry (which is fictional), sad ending

Lando had stormed into the paddock, frustration etched across his face and rage very evident in his eyes. Oscar however, followed, a smug grin playing on his lips. The press had been around them, taking photos and undeniably thinking of the catchy headlines they would be using for their insufferable articles. They quickly made their way into the McLaren hospitality. "What the hell was that, Oscar?" Lando snapped, trying to keep his voice down in an attempt to not attract too much attention. "Relax, Lando. It's just racing." Oscar replied, his tone nonchalant. "Just racing? You practically pushed me off the track!" Lando retorted, his eyes blazing with anger. Oscar chuckled. "Well, maybe you shouldn't be so easy to push around." He patted his teammates back. Lando pushed the Australian's hand away.

A few of the mechanics stood up in case they needed to intervene. "Maybe don't be a dick and just admit you had to cheat to stop me from passing!" Oscar arched a brow. "I mean, I had to fend of Y/n too. I don't-" Oscar noticed how Lando's face had changed once he mentioned the Aston Martin driver. Oscar chuckled. "Is this because Y/n chose me over you, mate?" Oscar smirked, knowing he had hit a nerve. "No. This is about you pushing me off the track."

Y/n and Lando had been insepersble the whole winter break and then suddenly once testing had begun, Oscar swooped in and took her. It annoyed Lando but considering him and Y/n agreed there wasn't anything going further than their winter fling, he had hoped it would turn into a spring fling and then a full blown relationship. "Well sorry Lando. I just don't believe you. I think it's over the fact that Y/n chose me."

"Did she?" He had practically squared up to his teammate now. The pair had been glaring at one another. Oscar raised an eyebrow, reveling in the opportunity to provoke his rival further. "Oh, she did. Believe me, she did." Lando clenched his jaw, struggling to maintain his composure. "It didn't seem like that last weekend mate, but whatever you think."

Oscar leaned in, his grin widening. "Sure, Lando. Keep telling yourself that." As the pit of jealousy grew deeper, Lando couldn't help but question his feelings. Was it about the race or something more personal?

Y/n stood in the media pen, smiling and laughing away at her good result. "I mean, obviously I couldn't have done it without the team. I just think I was incredibly fortunateto have the McLarens both occupied with eachother. That way I could-"

"Hey, can I grab you for a minute?" Y/n jarred to see Lando marching towards her, looking both determined and angry. "Im in the middle of an interview-"

"I don't care. Come on." Y/n looked back between her PR manager and the interviewer but soon found herself being pulled along to somewhere a bit more private; in between trucks. "What's this about? Im a busy girl." Y/n asked, slightly concerned. "Did you choose Oscar over me for a reason?" He asked, his vulnerability exposed. "Really? You pulled me away to talk about Oscar?" Lando nodded. "Oh yeah, because I'm after nearly ripping his fucking head off. Now please, just answer me." Y/n sighed. "Lando, it's not about choosing. Relationships are complicated, and I can't be reduced to a prize to be won."

Lando looked at her in disbelief. "When did you become a prize? It was meant to just be us and that was it. A quiet winter fling." He protested. "Lando, it's April. The winter is long over. I thought you would have moved on." She walked away, leaving Lando to just watch her. "Can you give me another chance?" She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face him, her expression a mix of sadness and rage. "Lando, I don't think we should have even started this." Lando's heart sank, and he swallowed hard, unable to mask the pain in his eyes. "Why? What did I do wrong?"

Y/n took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "It's not about what you did wrong. It's about what I need." His brows furrowed, confusion evident in his eyes. "And what do you need that I can't give you?" Y/n hesitated before speaking, her words laced with regret. "I need someone who understands the pressures of this world, Lando. Someone who shares my passion for racing." He scoffed. "I am a driver. I share your passion, i understand the pressure. What more do you want from me?!" Y/n hesitated before answering. "I don't want anything from you! I like you, but I can't ignore the differences. Oscar and I, we just connect on a different level." Lando clenched his fists, the pain evident in his expression. "So, what, I wasn't enough for you?"

"It's not about you not being enough, Lando. It's about finding someone who complements me in a different way." Y/n explained, her voice tinged with regret. Lando scoffed, his disbelief turning into bitterness. "Complements you? Or is it just about the thrill of someone new?".Y/n looked away, unable to meet his accusing gaze. "Listen, dickhead. I ended it because I didn't want this from the start, I ended it when I did because I didn't want to hurt you!"

"But you did," Lando whispered, his voice filled with resignation. He wiped his eyes of the few tears that fell. Y/n reached to help, but he pushed her hand away. "Is he what you want, then?" Lando's voice cracked with emotion, his fear of the answer palpable. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, her silence speaking volumes. "I don't know, Lando. But right now, he is." The words hung heavy in the air, sealing their fate with an unspoken finality. Lando's chest tightened with despair, his heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces. "I'll go." She wanted to reach for him, but she refrained. How could she stand there, denying her love for him then to turn around and grasp him.

As for Lando, in that moment, he knew that some wounds never truly healed, and some loves were destined to remain forever beyond grasp.

#f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #lando norris x you #lando norris x oc #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris imagines #lando norris one shot #lando norris blurb #lando norris #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one x oc #oscar piastri x oc #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri one shot #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri

[daisykihannie]

Put on a show (L.MH)

pairing: exotic dancer!Minho x F!reader

warning: NSFW, Swearing, Choking, Public sex, teasing, etc.

He was absolutely mesmerizing. You just couldn’t take your eyes off of him. It was like you were hypnotized by the way his body moved around the pole. The way his hips moved. It was your first time in a gay strip club. Your friends tried to convince you to go countless amounts of times. You didn’t see why you should go when you had a boyfriend. But now, you were single. He cheated on you and left. This time when your friends asked you to come with, you said fuck it and decided to go. 

You regretted not going sooner because damn, the guy currently on the stage was beyond hot. It was hot in the club, your face felt like it was on fire and your palms started sweating, But maybe it was just the drinks getting to you. Your brain was filled with thoughts of the way his hips moved and what his hips could do. You couldn’t help it. You had needs like everyone else. If you had to admit, this man was definitely making you needy.

You were beginning to drink faster. Downing shots like they were water. You looked up to his face and the both of you locked eyes. You felt a lump in your throat that you tried to swallow down but to no avail. For some reason you couldn’t look away either. It was like you were in a trance and his body was keeping you locked in. You cleared your throat and shook your head as you shot out of your seat. Which of course, the dancer noticed. A smirk creeping up on his face that you of course couldn't see in your flustered rush to the restroom. He knew exactly what he had caused.

You entered the empty Women’s restroom and locked yourself in the stall. You put your back against the stall door and let out a shaky breath that you didn't know you were even holding. Your fingertips hiked up your short dress that clung to your thighs, dipping your fingers into you now soaked panties and began rubbing circles over your sensitive clit. You closed your eyes, thoughts and images of the dancer flooding your head. You bit your lip to stay quiet as you started pushing your index and middle finger inside yourself, curling your fingers to hit that sweet spot while the heel of your hand stimulated your clit. Your breathing got heavier and more labored as you clasped your free hand over your mouth not to get caught. Surprisingly, you already felt the familiar knot begin to form in the pit of your stomach. You normally last a lot longer but the dancer made you feel a certain way and you couldn’t help it.

Right as you were about to tumble over the edge, there was a knock on the door, making you jump. A deep voice rang through the bathroom. “Don’t think that I don’t know what your doing in there.” your eyes widened in confusion. Who could have possibly noticed you? Why was there a man in the women's restroom? Did he mistake you for someone else? You flushed the toilet and pulled up your panties, fixing your dress. You opened the door, not looking up "I'm sorry but I think you have me confused with someone-" you were cut off when you ran straight into a strong and broad chest, making you look up with a raised eyebrow before meeting those familiar eyes. “I didn’t say you needed to stop.” he said with a devious smirk. You gulped. “W-What? I don’t know what your talking about.” You said shaking your head, walking to the sink to try to hide what you were just doing. The denied orgasm making your legs shake a bit.

He stepped closer to you before reaching forward and grabbing your hips, pulling your ass back against hips. His grip on your waist was so tight, you were sure his finger tips would leave bruises. A small moan fell from your lips as your eyes flutter shut for just a moment. He chuckled at your reaction. He then leaned forward close to your ear, looking into your eyes through the mirror in front of you two, his chin against the crook of your neck, before whispering “You were thinking of me weren’t you?” he asked. A chill ran down your spine, goosebumps forming on your arms. You gulped not wanting to answer him. “I knew it.” he said before pushing his hips harder against your ass with a skilled roll of his hips, you could feel how hard he was in his own pants now, he let out a low groan into your ear.

He separated his body from yours, causing you to let out a whimper as the cold air hit your back and upper thighs, now realizing that your dress had started to ride up. He was only away long enough to lock the bathroom door before he walked back over to you and kissed your neck feverishly, biting and sucking at the creamy skin. He snaked his arm around your waist, making sure your ass was as close against his dick as possible, his other hand snaked up to your neck, squeezing and lifting it to force you to look in the mirror. "Do not take your eyes off of me or I stop. Got it?" he asked and you opened your eyes again, making eyes meet through the mirror. His eyes with glossy, cat like, and full of lust. His eyes were dark with a certain fire in them that made your knees go weak, luckily his arm around your waist help you up.

"Look at you~ such a slut that just looking in my eyes has you crumbling. Be a good girl for me~" he whispered in your ear, never taking his eyes off yours. A whimper left your lips in response as he nibbled on the shell of your ear. His left hand kept a firm grip on your throat, his other hand leaving your waist to hike your dress up further, revealing the black lace thong in the mirror, an animalistic growl leaving his lips at the sight.

"Such a pretty slut for daddy~ you're being such a a good fucking girl for me." His voice causing chills to run down your thigh. you felt like you were high, drunk on his voice and touch without him even touching the parts you needed him the most. You whimpered a soft "P-Please..." and rolled your bare ass against him hoping to get your point across. Message received as he moved his right hand into the front of your panties, pulling your body back against him to make sure you were fully visible in the mirror to give him a good show this time. Your eyes never leaving each other as he rubbed circles around your clit, tightening his grip on your throat, making you that much dizzier.

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART TWO<3

#skz x reader #skz smut #skz imagines #skz #straykids smut #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids #Lee know #skz minho #lee minho

[frvnkcastles]

UNIMAGINABLE THINGS ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: Your neighbors are back it, loud and violent. Frank, of course, has to intervene.

Warnings: Domestic abuse (reader’s neighbors, but it is implied that reader has experienced/witnessed abuse), feminine nicknames used, Frank-typical violence, hurt/comfort, implied PTSD

Word count: 2.8k

Author’s note: Consider this my official celebration that Jon is back <3 I couldn’t be happier. I’m sure my writings have said as much but he really does keep me going and it feels like now I have a reason to stick around until next year. :) Enjoy!

It was nearing two in the morning when Frank was dragging himself up the stairwell to your shared apartment, cursing the broken elevator as he hissed at the sting on his thigh where a bruise was sure to form by the end of the week. Nevertheless, he was trying his very best to be quiet on his trek to the third floor, hoping that even with your troublesome insomnia, you would have been able to get some sleep in his absence.

He was, however, disappointed when he passed the second floor and heard the unmistakable sounds of arguing, a scowl etched onto his face when the man inside the apartment raised his voice. It wasn’t the first time the couple in the home below yours fought, and although Frank had tried to politely hint at wanting the arguing to stop now, they were yet to heed the warning masked as kindness. He had even offered to help the woman out of the situation, but hey, he couldn’t force the hand of someone who didn’t want to leave.

You had tried, too, but for the most part, the shitty situation sent you in a dark place at the very depths of your head, and so, with Frank’s gentle encouraging, you kept your distance. Still, he knew he’d find you up and waiting for him; unable to sleep as long as your neighbors were arguing so loudly.

Proven right, Frank let a quiet sigh slip from his lips when he unlocked the door to your home and spotted you seated on the couch in the small living room, your headphones on and your shaky hands cradling them closer to your ears.

Dropping his duffel bag onto the floor, he reached for his phone in his backpocket and quickly typed you a message to let you know he was home — refusing to risk startling you by grabbing your shoulder or simply showing up in front of you. It didn’t take long for you to turn around, pulling your headphones off only for your shoulders to tense when the yelling reached your ears again.

”Hey, baby”, Frank huffed, ”neighbors at it again, huh?” He wasn’t stupid, of course it wasn’t news to you, but he didn’t want to dive right into the deep end. Instead, he gave you an opportunity to shut the topic down if that was what you preferred tonight — he didn’t mind distracting you.

Swallowing, you nodded. ”Been for a few hours now”, you noted, and with a heavier sigh, Frank shook his head.

”Christ”, he muttered before making his way to you on the couch and leaning in to kiss your forehead. ”Doin’ okay? Need anythin’?” The consideration made you smile, and you let your eyes fall shut when you leaned into him and breathed him in, feeling much more safe now that he was back home. It always felt so empty and cold without him, and there was no hope of sleeping if you were in bed by yourself.

”Just you”, you whispered, and making a sound in response, Frank wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close, the muffled sounds of your music filling the little space between your bodies.

You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying each other’s presence, but when the sounds of yelling seemed to only get louder, Frank gently moved so he could place his large hands over your ears. He held your gaze, letting you find solace in the bottomless pits of his eyes, all the while he tenderly shut your ears from the noise. He could deal with it — it wasn’t pleasant, but he knew it was much worse for you. And that, he simply couldn’t have.

”Thank you”, you mouthed to him, and in return, he formed the words love you.

You regained steady breaths as he kept you safe, cocooned. But a loud crash ascended from downstairs, and even with Frank’s hands over your ears, it made you flinch with a violent jerk. The look that dawned on Frank’s face was pissed, his jaw tight as he sucked in a breath and slowly dropped his hands from your head.

”’M goin’”, he decided, glad he hadn’t taken his boots off for the night yet. You reached for his wrist, wanting to protest but not quite sure how, and in the end, you simply watched him hesitate under your gentle hold.

”Hey, you can stay here”, he promised with a gruff voice, his hand coming to cup your jaw so he could look into your eyes as seriously as he could. ”You put your headphones on and just sit here, yeah?” he reassured, and God, you wanted to. You really wanted to. But something in you told you to be brave and help, just in case.

”I—I think I could talk to her while you talk to him?” you proposed, and surprised, Frank tilted his head at you.

”You sure? You don’t gotta do anythin’ you don’t wanna, sweetheart”, he reminded, and touched by his concern, you drew in a deep breath and nodded.

”Yeah. In case she needs a friend”, you figured. Frank gave you a nod, and with your hand in his, you both climbed off of the couch. You left your headphones behind and followed him to the front door, dressed in your PJs and one of his worn sweaters for warmth and comfort.

The two of you made your way to the floor below yours, and it was no struggle to find the right door. Timid, you stood behind Frank, your hand still clasped in his while his free one landed a heavy knock on the door. For a blink of an eye, the shouting ceased, and you heard rapid footsteps shuffling to the door.

”It’s the couple from upstairs.” You heard the woman explain, and within seconds, the door parted and your neighbor stood in the entrance with a look that was ashamed and scared at the same time. Subdued. You recognized that look, and while you were always comforted by Frank, you suspected he was a bit too intimidating for what was needed right now.

”Hey, do you wanna catch some fresh air with me?” you let unexpected courage guide your words, and with a quick squeeze on your hand, Frank conveyed his amazement and pride to you. Your neighbor looked relieved at the offer, but before she could step out, her husband was interjecting.

”We’re fine”, he cut in, and attempted to swing the door shut, but Frank acted faster and grabbed it to stop it from closing on your faces.

”Nah, I don’t think you are”, Frank grunted, and holding the door in place, he nodded at the woman to convince her to step into the hallway. You took her hand instead of Frank’s, and gave her a smile that tried to, in its silence, promise it would be okay.

”Mind your business, asshole”, your neighbor spat at Frank, and with a deep, unamused chuckle, your boyfriend took a menacing step towards him.

”The way you’re shoutin’ at her, kinda makin’ it the whole building’s business. Think you oughta stay the night somewhere else”, Frank suggested, although it was no question with options — it was a warning.

Albeit, one that your thick-skulled neighbor didn’t take seriously. He laughed and, out of nowhere, pulled his fist back to swing it at Frank, only for the Castle to grab his fingers without a second’s hesitation and twist. A loud crack echoed through the hallway as Frank wrestled his hand down, and you took a step back to avoid the woman witnessing it all so closely. You, surprisingly, weren’t bothered by Frank’s methods. It was ironic, really, how you shyed away from violence but somehow, find solace in New York’s most wanted.

But it was different. Frank only went after those who deserved it. And this guy? Most definitely on the list.

Frank shoved him into the apartment, and as the man toppled down onto his ass, he rolled up his sleeves. ”Go outside, sweetheart”, Frank called out to you, calm and quiet, and nodding in understanding, you guided the woman away from the apartment.

She didn’t need to see what was to happen, although the sounds that followed you all the way to the cool air outside, surely spoke for themselves.

”Hey, I know there’s probably a lot going on in your head right now, but do you need any first-aid?” you queried gently with your fingertips brushing up against your neighbor’s arm, hoping not to scare her away. When she rapidly shook her head, you nodded and gave her a slight smile. ”That’s good. Do you want me to call the cops?” you continued, and again, she shook her head. You couldn’t help but be a little relieved — maybe they would have taken Frank with them, too.

”I don’t… I don’t have my phone. I could call my sister to come and get me”, she stuttered out, and immediately, you rummaged through your pockets to hand over yours. She gave you a weak albeit grateful smile, and while dialing her sister, you stepped aside to give her some privacy and breathed in the cold air.

Somehow, having someone else to look after calmed your nerves. You couldn’t afford the luxury of breaking down when there was someone else who needed the help more, and you had noticed that in helping Frank, too. Some nights, your anxiety was through the roof and the only thing that could ground you was having to stitch him up.

You stayed with your neighbor as long as she wanted you to. You didn’t wish for her to stand in the night all by herself, so you waited for her sister with her. Your mind tried to stray from its path, tried to wonder how many people in her situation were alone right now. But the small consolation you could find was that at least you had made a home with the one man who, to some, meant death, but to others, safety and salvation. For you, it was undoubtedly the latter.

You weren’t quite sure how much time passed but you only remembered how to breathe when your neighbor’s sister pulled up in her pick-up right by the curb, frantically rushing to her side to hold her and comfort her.

”Thank you, really”, the sister gave you a solemn look, and with an equally serious nod, you promised no thanks were necessary.

”Happy to help. You have my number, I think”, you directed another nod at your neighbor, ”feel free to call me any time. Day or night.” You meant every word — it wasn’t like you slept great, anyway, and you truly didn’t want her to go back to the abusive excuse of a human in the belief that she had no one else to go to. Now, she had you.

As they drove away, you headed back inside. Just as you stepped into the hallway, Frank was rushing downstairs, his heavy boots thudding against the tiles. At the sight of each other, you both sighed, immeasurable relief welcomed into your hearts as you met in the middle, and you let your head fall against his chest.

When you looked up at him, you noticed the cut on the corner of his eye, the redness no doubt planning on blooming into a bruise with some time. You weren’t surprised, but a frown still fell on your face, and you hovered a tender hand over his eyebrow.

”Let’s get you home, Frankie”, you whispered, and with a brief kiss left on the top of your head, he followed your lead back upstairs.

”Dare I even ask what happened?” you wondered when you stepped past the closed door of your neighbors, and with a grunt, Frank shrugged.

”He’ll make it. But he ain’t touchin’ her again if he knows what’s good for him”, he spoke vaguely enough before adding, ”I’mma make sure of it.” You broke into a careful smile, and squeezed his larger hand in yours, grateful and happy to have him on nights like these, especially.

Within a matter of minutes, you were back home, enclosed in your bathroom with Frank sitting on the edge of the tub and you perched on his knee. With delicate touches, you cleaned up the wound on his face and finished your work with a band-aid and a kiss.

”Always take such good care o’me”, he muttered, his voice rough but warm as he caressed your back and leaned in to kiss your lips. ”Ain’t no one else I’d rather have kissin’ it better, sweetheart”, he continued for good measure, and with heat blossoming on your cheeks, you gave his shoulder a gentle shove.

”You’re a sweet-talker, you know that?” you snorted before taking his hands and examining the bloodied knuckles. With the washcloth you had already grabbed in preparation, you began swiping the stains, feeling the callouses of his palm against yours as you did, as well as the occasional twitch of his fingers.

”You’re fuckin’ amazin’, y’know that?” he returned the favor, his dark eyes glued onto you as you worked over each knuckle. ”’M serious, dunno how you do it. Day in, day out… You’re goddamn magical and ’m one lucky motherfucker to be right here with ya”, Frank went on, and you huffed, having to stop your cleaning so you could look into his eyes and lick your lips over quickly.

For a moment, you reveled in the silence, just gazing at one another, but eventually, you let your pent-up exhale shatter the peace. ”Would be a whole lot more difficult to do the day in and day out thing without you”, you reminded before dropping your forehead onto his. He chuckled — didn’t seem to believe it, so you gave him a glare.

”You… I know you did it for her. But a part of you did it for me. I never want you to feel like you need to do these things to make me feel better—”, you began, but he cut you off, shaking his head while balancing his hand on your lower back.

”Nah, come on, sweetheart. It ain’t easy, yeah, but better than doin’ nothin’. I’m just not built like that, y’know? I do it for you, but I do it for me, too. You don’t gotta worry, and I know you will either way, but... never feel like you’re makin’ me do somethin’, aight?” he insisted, gruff but evidently desperate for you to understand. When doubt passed your eyes, though, he locked his stare with yours and nodded. ”There ain’t a thing in the world I wouldn’t do for ya, you hear that?” he went on, the devotion in his voice far too clear for you to believe otherwise.

Breaking into a heartfelt smile, you leaned in to kiss his beaten nose, freeing the air of some of the tension with the lighthearted gesture. It made Frank chuckle too, only widening your joy as you kissed his lips next, gentle but deep as you cupped his stubbly cheeks and inhaled him.

”I love you”, you whispered, warming his heart each time you spoke those words with such sincerity. Hearing you say that, it made it all worth it, really.

And you felt the same way, your anxiety finally alleviating as he whispered it against your mouth. ”How ’bout some sleep, huh?” he rasped, only then reminding you of how weary you still were. Automatically, a yawn slipped from your throat and Frank couldn’t help the goofy grin that erupted on his face as he got up and wrapped an arm over your shoulders even for the brief moment it took to venture back to your bed.

Once you were under the covers with Frank’s chest against your back, his arm around your waist and his soft humming on your neck, you felt completely at ease. You had been riddled with fear and worry, and as always, Frank had managed to scoop you in his arms and carry you back to peace and safety, imbuing you with gratitude you only hoped he could feel in the grip you gave his large hand.

And he did. He always did.

”’M gonna wake you up with some hot tea and waffles tomorrow, how’s that sound? Nothin’ but the best for my girl”, Frank whispered in your ear, the huskiness sending a shiver down your spine as you inched as close to him as you could and sighed.

”That is exactly what you are, Frankie. The best”, you confirmed, certain that with him next to you, you could sleep through the night.

With a careful smile that you felt against your neck, Frank breathed you in and nodded. ”Guess we perfect for each other, then.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

[shadow-pixelle]

Help the snippet grew legs

I did more snippet. I actually did more snippet checks nearly two weeks ago now, but then things went to pot a bit and I didn't post. Because I am a living disaster.

But yeah the last DCxDP snippet I wrote has grown legs. In fact it has grown so much legs that I know where it starts as well as where it goes from the last snippet onwards for a while.

I don't know how we got from the start to here, but that's not my problem right now.

This however is not the start. This follows up directly from this post from a month ago.

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Jason had been on edge since getting back to Gotham. The sort of on edge that made him want to go patrolling Crime Alley, just to make sure everything was alright. Which was ridiculous, because he’d only been gone for a week, and more importantly he was exhausted and patrolling when he was this tired was asking for trouble.

Mostly, he just wanted to go home and sleep, but he needed to head to the Cave to check on some information regarding this case, just to make sure it was closed and stayed closed, so he turned his bike to go and do that first. At the very least it would be quiet there, since it was just late enough in the night that all the Bats would be swarming out on their own patrols.

So of course Babs patched herself into his comms not two minutes after returning.

“Hood.”

“Hey, O.” He said, because he couldn’t really be mad at her for any length of time. And it wasn’t like it was her fault he was on edge right now. “What’s up?”

“Are you heading to the Cave?”

“Yeeesss...?” Jason frowned slightly, leaning forward. “Why, is something wrong?”

“No, just need to warn you, we’ve got visitors.”

Jason jerked in surprise, then swore as he regained control of his bike. He pulled to a stop so that Babs wouldn’t lambast him about it, before replying. “Visitors?”

“Red Robin made some friends while you were gone.” She told him, with an odd tone in her voice. “They’re doing something involving the Lazarus Pits.”

Jason went cold. “They’re- what?”

“The Pits.” She repeated. “They- Hood, we don’t know anything about them. But Red Robin says they’re trustworthy, and yes we checked for mind control and things. There’s nothing. But they know more about the Pits than anyone we’ve ever met.”

Jason laughed, strangled. “What, really?”

“Really. I think they might know more than Ra’s does.” Babs sounded nervous, he realised with another cold flush, and he started his bike again and pushed off.

“That’s not suspicious at all.”

“No, it isn’t.” Babs sighed. “But Red trusts them, for some reason, enough to bring them to the Cave for whatever project they’re working on. The others are there too, he’s not alone, and we’re keeping an eye on things, but…”

“Yeah.” Jason knew. They were Bats, paranoia was in their nature. The fact that none of the Bats that had come into contact with these unknowns seemed bothered at all was… intensely concerning. “You want me to take a look or avoid it?”

“...You can come by, if you want. I’m watching remotely in case we need a League alert or something, but…”

“I hear you.” He sighed. “Who’re we dealing with?”

“They all look to be about mid-twenties. The main guy calls himself Phantom. The other two defer to him on just about everything, so he’s definitely the boss. No real description, he’s not human and only sometimes has a human shape. Fairly middling height and frail-looking when they do, white hair and glowing green eyes. Most the time he’s wearing a sort of hazmat suit of some kind, but that shifts sometimes. When he’s not human it’s pretty much impossible to describe him, but I guess the best way to put it is that he looks like space.” Babs immediately filled in.

“The other two seem to be some kind of subordinates. The man goes by Duulaman, he seems to be a mix of tech guy and magic. Phantom also seems to know his way around technology pretty well, hardware while Duulaman does software. His magic is Egyptian themed for the most part, and seems linked to his technological ability otherwise. Fairly tall, dark skin and blue eyes with a green shimmer, black hair. He wears glasses but I’m not convinced that they’re actually necessary rather than being some kind of device for either his magic or technology. Also, we can’t hack him.”

“What, at all?”

“Admittedly I’ve not tried too hard, I don’t want to make them hostile if they’re not going to be, but I think he uses his magic to amplify what his technology does. Just what little I’ve seen is incredible.”

“Huh.” Also concerning, but in a different way. Though if Babs wasn’t trying too hard then it might just be that Duulaman’s tech seemed harder to deal with than it is. “And the third?”

“A woman, Caucasian with black hair and mostly violet eyes. Little bit of a green shine there, too. She’s the tallest of the lot of them, pretty thin but not as frail-looking as Phantom. Not sure of much more about her, she doesn’t seem to have the same sort of technological abilities as the other two and she’s mostly been standing to the side like a guard or acting as an extra pair of hands whenever either of the males need something. Name seems to be Belladonna, but both males have been giving her a few different plant-related nicknames, so I’m not certain which one’s real.”

“Great.” He sighed again. “Don’t suppose there’s any way to get an idea of that?”

“Not likely. Other possible names are Nightshade, Overgrowth, Foxglove, Yew, and Daffodil.”

“Daffodil?” That didn’t quite fit the theme, though the fact that the woman had a theme of poisonous plants was concerning. Then again, neither did Overgrowth.

“Daffodils are poisonous, apparently.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

Babs went quiet for a while after that, letting Jason drive, and only spoke up again when he reached the entrance to the Cave.

“Be careful, Hood.”

“Always am, O.” He replied, slightly nervous despite himself. A part of him wanted to just run back to Crime Alley and go to bed, not deal with whatever disaster Tim had apparently brought into the family trying to study fucking Lazarus Pits, somehow. He just… didn’t want to deal with this.

But he had to, because if there was any chance the other Bats were under some kind of subtle mind control, they needed someone outside to go and take a look, and with Jason knowing about it ahead of time, there’d at least be a chance for Babs to call in the League if she saw a change.

The Cave was surprisingly quiet when he entered, though in a way Jason wasn’t surprised. The place was practically made to amplify certain sounds, and his bike roaring in was definitely one of them. Plus there was the fact that there were three unknowns in the Cave, so no-one was going to be talking about anything private or secret. Still, it was disconcerting to enter the Cave when it was so quiet, with none of the others calling out a greeting and no sounds of sparring on the mats. It just felt wrong, and Jason felt a chill run down his spine even as he stopped his bike and headed further in.

The chill only got worse when he saw the group. Most of the Bats were just hovering around the Cave, doing nothing in particular and obviously only there to keep an eye on the unknowns. Red Robin was the only one over by the workbench that had obviously been hurriedly pulled together from about four other smaller workbenches, leaning over it with his back to Hood. One of the strangers was with him, and Hood could suddenly understand why Oracle had said Phantom was difficult to describe. For the most part, he definitely looked like Oracle had said, a black hazmat-like outfit and white hair. Given the way he was leaning over the table next to Red Robin, it was hard to see much of him, but he did look fairly frail.

Except when Hood blinked, the man suddenly looked… well. Not human. At all. He could see what she meant by looking like space, because he just… cracked. Like a swirling void full of stars.

Then Hood blinked again, and he was back to normal, and all three strangers were straightening. The woman, maybe-Belladonna, looked up first from where she was hovering- not literally, unlike Phantom, who Hood now realised was literally floating at Red Robin’s side- behind Duulaman, met Hood’s eyes despite the helmet, and paled sharply. Duulaman looked up next, and both their eyes flashed a bright green- a toxic green, one only a few shades off being very familiar- before both swore sharply.

That was when Phantom turned around.

Hood froze. Not just from the sudden chill, fear biting down his spine in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time, but from the look. Something about Phantom seemed familiar, in a dangerous way. Floating slightly in the air, white hair waving like it was caught in an invisible breeze, and eyes shining a just as brilliant green as the other two but solid rather than mixed into their apparently-original colours. The being- because he wasn’t a human, no matter what he looked like most of the time and no matter what the other Bats thought, that wasn’t a meta or even an alien, he was something else- stared at him, a hazy mist of breath clouding in front of him, eyes wide.

There was a crackle of something like electricity and machinery starting, and Phantom disappeared. Hood suddenly felt like he could breathe again.

“Oh Ancients.” Duulaman murmured, looking pale. He was still staring at Hood, as was Belladonna, both of them looking horrified.

“Phantom?” Belladonna called, eyes darting upwards for a moment before returning to stare at Hood.

Slightly uncomfortable with the attention now, Hood looked up.

The Cave roof had been replaced with a starry sky. Based on… everything else about this situation, that was probably Phantom.

The electrical sound came again, somehow sounding apologetic and Hood had no idea how a noise like that could sound like that, and Duulaman sighed. “English, Phantom. Or at least something living, please.”

“Sorry.” The mass of space on the roof said, with an undertone of electricity and ice. “Just… Ancients.”

Belladonna laughed, a small, horrified sound. “You’ve got that right.”

“What happened to you?” Duulaman asked, and out of the corner of his eye Hood saw the rest of the Bats stiffen.

His focus was on the mass on the roof, though, which slowly crept down- like some demented dripping tap of space, Hood thought hysterically- to settle between Duulaman and Belladonna in a mind-twistingly strange blob.

The shape shimmered, and Phantom’s human form appeared, the space-blob folding away like it had never been there. He looked at Hood again, then winced and deliberately turned his head to focus on Duulaman as he leaned into his side. Light flickered again, and then-

Phantom shifted.

White hair swapped to black, the strange hazmat suit disappeared in favour of jeans and a long sleeved shirt- which looked immensely out of place compared to his… partners? Underlings? Outfits; Belladonna had a dramatic black dress lined with vines and pale flowers, and Duulaman leaned into the Egyptian theme with an outfit like a pharaoh. Compared to them, Phantom looked incredibly normal. Like a regular guy in his mid-twenties.

He looked over at Hood again, eyes now blue with only a faint green shine, and Hood shivered. No matter that he looked normal, something about the being still screamed unnatural.

“Phantom?” Both his partners asked, sounding surprised.

“Sorry.” He said, in a raspy voice. “It’s- easier, this way. Kidnapping isn’t exactly a good idea right now.”

“Kidnapping?!” Several of the Bats chorused, and Hood saw Batman stiffen ready to lunge.

Hood just couldn’t stop staring.

He was aware, faintly, of the conversation going on around him. More than aware, really; he was a Bat by training, he didn’t just… tune out of important conversations. Everything that was being said was being catalogued for later, held in the back of his head for evaluation once he had time. But at the same time, it was just… difficult. As much as he was aware of the conversation, he wasn’t really listening. A part of him just… couldn’t stop watching the three. Even as Phantom very deliberately looked away from Jason, almost like he couldn’t bare to look at him. As Duulaman put his hand on Phantom’s shoulder and Belladonna leaned into his side like they were anchoring him, while neither of them looked his way for more than brief glances that every time warped their faces into grimaces.

He was fully aware that the other Bats were interrogating the three. Something they really should have done long before this, before they brought them to the Cave because they were doing something with Lazarus Pits and knew too much about them. And he was well aware that none of them were making getting the information difficult. They talked easily, like none of it was a secret- and maybe it wasn’t. These Infinite Realms, these ghosts, everything about the Ancients and the halfas that Phantom apparently was, maybe none of it was a secret. Or maybe it was just that none of them cared, because-

Phantom looked him in the eyes for the first time since the start of this whole thing.

“Pariah Dark was a monster, and even he would consider what was done to you unforgivable.”

Jason jolted, pulling away from that horrible chill and the feeling that there was something incredible in front of him- something horrifying, something nightmarish and awful. And he listened, really listened, as Phantom laid out as best as he could what it felt like to look at him. It felt like drowning, almost, and somewhere in the back of his mind past the crystal haze of shock it felt like he was screaming. Jason just listened and stared as the three of them laid out how things felt to them- how he felt to them, and wasn’t that just hilarious, that there was something so deeply wrong with him that even these strange beings, these half-dead and partly dead people, were able to look at him and know immediately that something is wrong here.

He wondered a little if it was like the uncanny valley. If looking at him made these people, who were apparently ghosts or at least close to it, unnerved because there was something wrong here, something not quite correct for what it should be.

Of course he would be fucked up. He was already well aware that the Pit had done terrible things to him. What was one more?

Phantom glanced at him only once more, then focused on Batman.

“So,” he said, in a firm voice obviously used to being obeyed. “I’d quite like to know who did that to him. Because my next step is going to be to call the council, get war declared on them, and then erase them.”

Neither Belladonna or Duulaman objected. In fact they seemed like they agreed, or possibly they just didn’t intend to contradict the person that was their leader.

Jason wasn’t sure. He was still too busy being shocked, lost in a hazy daze of… something. He couldn’t have spoken even if he wanted too, and all he could do was stare at Bruce as well, waiting to see what was next.

Batman didn’t speak.

He wasn’t sure he was surprised.

The silence stretched, reaching a minute, two. Phantom continued to stare at Batman, who stared back, a firm line in what Jason could see of his mouth. No-one else moved.

Jason took a shuddering breath, and a step back. It was more of a stumble, really, and it broke the holding pattern the rest of the room was in. Eyes snapped to him.

The three- ghosts? Realms beings? Whatever they were- looked directly at him with only a slight wince. Phantom tensed slightly, like he wanted to spring, and both Duulaman and Belladonna did the same in response, hands grasping at their leader as if to keep him in place.

Jason took another trembling breath, and bolted.

Someone- Dick, he thought, but he couldn’t quite tell over the shuddering sounds of his own breaths and heartbeats- shouted after him, but Jason didn’t stop. He just ran, going straight for his bike and leaving.

The chill lingered in the back of his chest the entire time. Jason couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so cold.

He hadn’t even realised he’d been warm, until he saw Phantom. Now there was just the chill, slowly seeping into his bones. He wasn’t even sure that was Phantom’s fault, though.

After all, Bruce had been silent.

Why would Dad tell them who hurt him? It wasn’t like Jason was his son, or anything. It wasn’t like it was only the League, like it was only the Joker, like it wouldn’t deal with so many of their problems without them needing to do anything.

He somehow wasn’t surprised.

So Jason ran.

#dcxdp #fic writing #my writing #random scenes from the abyss #except this au actually might be a Thing now so it's kinda not that #idk it can keep that tag until it figures out what it's doing #danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #jason todd #honestly this is probably going to be a really interesting thing to mess around with #i don't know where it's going or where it's coming from #but hey doesn't that just make it more fun? #(no but it does make the writing a lot more disordered) #braided fates au

[uniltsatirey]

In the Canopy

Pairing: Lo’ak x reader || Lo’ak x Na’vi Reader

Warnings: unedited, a bit rushed, probably ooc, Jake being weird 🫠

Summary: The day Jake thinks he’s finally caught Lo’ak in the middle of doing something stupid

Notes: this was much longer but bc tumblr deleted it, I cut down a lot of details I remember putting in so it can actually be a drabble and not a 2k+ fic… I’m sorry! 💗💫

To say that his son was a troublemaker was beyond accurate in his opinion, it was like constantly having to have eyes on the back of his head. He swore he could catch a pebble being thrown his way at this point with how much he’s had to pay attention since Lo’ak was able to run around. He loved his son all the same, but everyone knew Jake needed a rest before he aged another ten years in one.

So being told to see what Lo’ak was going out to do everyday before last meal wasn’t his idea of fun at the end of his day, leaving him annoyed as he silently follows behind his son. He was intent to just follow him and watch what he does, unwilling to put in more effort than he may actually need to use.

The canopy was thriving was syaksyuk, chirps and trills to every side both quiet and loud. Jake could hear yerik beneath him on the jungle floor, but he was eyes on Lo’ak— climbing to the upper reaches of the canopy. Jake had no idea why he was going to far up, until he began picking utumauti.

“Are you really out here to pick fruit..?” Jake mouths under his breath, relaxing back as he inhaled— the smell of a now busted fruit filling his nose, Lo’ak tossing the fruit down to the jungle floor for an animal to eat on.

It felt like a large waste of Jake’s time to sit and watch Lo’ak pick a small basket of utumauti and berries, even some mushrooms as he walked back. However when Lo’ak suddenly turned right, Jake caught back up.

Where was he going now? The tree was the other direction,

“I knew I seen something…”

Jake couldn’t see at all, not enough to see what his son was digging out of the river’s edge. He watched silently as Lo’ak eventually pulled up a washed off stone, purple and green fading together softly in almost muted tones.

Jake almost didn’t believe his own eyes.

Was Lo’ak really just out here gathering stuff?? For no reason? At least, no reason he could think of.

“This is perfect…”

He hum was quiet and excited, making jake bite his tongue. He was excited so maybe he’s just not gotten up to the trouble part yet. Jake swore Lo’ak was up to no good, he just hadn’t done it yet. Jake’s muscles were stiff by the time Lo’ak wandered off from the river, now with five stones in hand in varying color shades. He also held a black and blue flower in his hand, twirling it as he walked.

“Paskalin,”

His brows could raise no higher as his son spoke, the endearment leaving Jake to eye to young Na’vi girl his son was now sitting beside in a tree, facing the hometree but out of sight.

“Lo’ak? You said you were busy,” the girl smiles, hugging Lo’ak from the side.

“Mm, I made time for you… eat.”

Lo’ak was smiling, staring down as she began to eat the fruit. Jake didn’t believe it. He really felt like this wasn’t all of it. Like it was a pit stop on the way to cause trouble.

There was no way Lo’ak did all that just for her?

Except as Jake continued to bide his time, hidden in foliage and complaining in his head about stiff muscles and wasted time, he began to realize the longer the two teens talked that maybe… just maybe,

This time, it’s just Lo’ak.

“Thank you, Lo’ak…”

“For what, paskalin?”

“Going into the canopy for me, for fruit. I was telling you the other day I love utumauti.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s no big deal… I don’t mind getting you fruit, have to keep you as sweet as berries.”

“Lo’ak!”

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[arlana-likes-to-write]

Hello!! For the black widow sister series. Natasha seems a little distant and still with the not being sisters thing. Maybe one time something very serious happens to r and they have to save her or to Nat and yelena and reader nearly sacrifices to save them. I don’t know something. I have many ideas for this series because it’s amazing and you write sooo incredibly good ❤️❤️❤️

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You have yourself a Deal

Warnings: sensory torture, mention of past assualt, PTSD episode

Word Count: 4.3K

Carol was a little worried. She knew in this line of work everything was uncertain. So when you were late for the date she wasn’t upset or angry, thinking you stood her up. The mission must have gone longer. You were freeing a Widow in Mexico, making a pit stop in New York, and then back to Russia. Carol knew your sisters were trying to convince you to move to the compound. She had to admit she wasn’t against the idea of you living there but she was going to respect your choice. But the problem was you would have texted her if you were going to be late. Carol walked into the common area. It was a Friday night so a small party was being thrown. The music was playing and the drinks were flowing. She moved past Wanda with a smile and found Natasha and Yelena in an intense game of beer pong. Maria was sitting on a bar stool watching the two Widows go head to head. Yelena had the ball and aimed at Natasha’s cup. The eldest of the two was winning by one cup. Yelena threw it and she sunk the shot. “Yes!” Yelena said. “Oh hi, Carol.” Carol smiled. “I thought you were going out with Y/n.”

“That was the plan and why I’m here.” She put her hands in the pocket of her jeans. “She didn’t show up and I haven’t heard from her. I was hoping you have.” Natasha put her cup down and pulled out her phone. 

“I haven’t,” Yelena said. That wasn’t good. “But that is usually normal.” Yelena looked at her sister. The color was drained from her face. “Nat, what’s wrong?” She looked away from her phone. 

“We have a problem.”

*

Drip. Drip. Drip. It was the sound that woke you up. You blinked slowly, your eyes adjusting to the low light. You were in a room; with no windows, and no doors, but there was a drain and a camera in the corner. A red dot was blinking at you so you knew it was on. You stood up on shaky legs and sipped the water off your face. There was a leaky pipe. It was the only sound in the quiet room. You don’t know what happened. You follow the Widow into a building and you lose her. Your memory got fuzzy after that. You had to get out of here. 

The room was 6 by 8. The walls were smooth with no indication of an opening but whoever took you had to get you in this room somehow. Static filled the quiet room as if someone was switching through radio stations. “Hello?” You questioned. “Hey, what’s going on?” The static got louder. Soon it changed to heavy rock music. You covered your ears but the music was turned up. You closed your eyes and took a steady breath. They were torturing you. You’ve learned about these techniques in the Red Room. You just had to wait it out until they told you what they wanted or your sisters found you. Oh, you hoped they were looking for you. 

*

Yelena watched the screen in horror as you sat on the ground with your eyes covered and the music blared. The party ended quickly as Natasha turned off the music and ordered everyone to the conference room. Everyone sat around the table looking at a live feed that was sent to Natasha and Melina. Melina zoomed in so a plan could be made. “Do we have any idea who sent this?” Steve asked. 

“Her next Widow was Asya Petrova,” Melina explained. “She was assigned to the Crimson Eyes.” 

“But they are a lower-level drug organization,” Natasha added. “They have no reason to kidnap her.” 

“So do you think it was a trap to get her alone?” Sam asked. It was a possibility. Widows had a ledger filled with red and enemies came with that amount of bloodshed. Yelena started to bite her nails. Wanda took her hand into hers and squeezed it. 

“Do we have a location?” Carol asked. She was standing in the corner far away from everyone. She had a hard look on her face, it was void of all emotion. Yelena never saw her look like this before. 

“She’s still in Mexico,” Tony said. “FRIDAY and I are working on an exact location.” 

“We should head there,” Natasha moved to leave the room but Carol grabbed her arm, stopping her. “Let go, Danvers.” She shook her head. 

“We need to come up with a plan before jumping the gun,” Natasha pulled her arm away. 

“What we need to do is go save her.” 

“I know but what are you going to do, Nat? Search all of Mexico to find her,” Yelena watched Natasha’s jaw clench. “You need to think clearly.” 

“I am thinking clearly. I’m thinking about saving my sister,” she said. “Which I’m questioning if you even care about because you are stopping me.” Natasha touched a nerve. Yelena watched anger flash through Carol’s eyes. Maria stood up and got between them. She pushed her girlfriend away from Carol, creating much-needed space between the two. 

“This isn’t helping,” Maria said. “So cut the shit.” Natasha glared at her girlfriend before sitting back down. 

“What is going through your head, Danvers?” Rhodey asked. Carol sighed. 

“They took her alive for a reason,” she put her hand on her chin. “So that means they’ll contact us or.” She stopped. 

“Or what?” Yelena questioned. Carol looked at Natasha and Yelena. 

“Or they know you and Natasha would come and try to save her and they want you as well.” Your gasp pulled everyone back to the screen. A sprinkler system turned on and water began to rain down on you. 

“Widows are trained to withstand torture,” Melina said. “But the longer she’s with them the more damage they’ll cause to her.” 

*

Natasha found Carol at the bar. She was making herself a drink with some bottles of Asgardian ale. “Hey,” the Black Widow said. Carol looked up and passed her a drink. “Thank you.” She nodded, taking a sip of her drink. “I’m sorry about earlier.” The shock on Carol’s face was evident. Apologizing wasn't Natasha’s thing. “I know you care about her.” The captain stared at her drink.

“She asked me to go with her to Mexico,” she took a sip. “I told her I couldn’t go. If I-”

“Don’t,” Natasha said, cutting her off and taking the drink from her. “Don’t go down that path because it will eat you alive.” Natasha knew from firsthand experience the dangers of spiraling down the ‘What ifs.’ Guilt was a heavy and dangerous emotion that Natasha was still dealing with. 

“She’s not upset with you,” Carol said. “She knows it was the right choice.” Natasha smiled at her. 

“It doesn't make it easier. I failed to save her once I won’t fail again.” The sound of footsteps walked over to them. Natasha knew it was Maria. The agent put her arm around Natasha’s waist. 

“Melina and Alexei are here,” she told them. “And whoever took Y/n is calling.” Carol thanked her and walked back to the conference room. “How are you?” She asked once Carol was out of earshot. 

“I don’t know,” Natasha answered honestly. The Black Widow’s emotions were all over the place. She’s watched you get tortured before, it was common practice in the Red Room to watch or even partake in the torture of other Widows. But in the Red Room, Natasha programmed herself to not care about you. In her mind, you weren’t her sister. But now, it hurts too much to think about her life without you. 

“I know you are going through a lot,” Maria said, kissing her forehead. “But I think you need to talk to Yelena. She hasn’t spoken to anyone, not even Melina.” Natasha nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll do that.” They walked back to the conference room, she said hello to Melina and Alexei, and sat next to Yelena. The blonde was playing with the rings on her fingers. Natasha grabbed her and squeezed it. It took a minute but Yelena squeezed her hand back. 

“Are we ready people?” Tony asked. 

“Let’s do this,” Natasha said. The billionaire nodded and connected the call. The screen was divided down the center; on the left was the video of you and on the other, there was a masked individual. Natasha could see his eyes and smile. 

“Hello, Avengers,” his voice was robotic. “Welcome to my funhouse. I do hope you are enjoying the show.” 

“Tell us what you want,” Steve said. 

“Who says I want anything?” He questioned. “Maybe this is what I want.” The water and music stopped. You looked around the room but didn’t stand. Your body was shaking. The moment of peace didn’t last long as the wind started to blow in your room. You curled into a ball to protect yourself from the assault. “Dreykov’s little spider bowing before me. It’s such a powerful feeling.” Natasha felt a wave of intense anger run through her. She saw red. 

“So this is your plan,” Carol said. “Breaking Dreykov’s strongest soldier so she would submit to you and your followers.” She crossed her arms. “It seems pathetic.” Natasha knew it was part of the plan to poke the bear so his real plan or identity would be relieved. But she was nervous, her sister’s life was in the hands of this sociopath. The man’s smile faltered. 

“Captain Marvel, I’m hurt that you think so less of me,” the wind stopped and you sat up, looking up at the ceiling. “You’ve only seen the bare minimum of this room. Her life is in my hands.” She wasn’t sure what happened but she watched you start to fidget and play with the collar of your shirt. The temperature must have increased. “I’ll spar her but I want something in return.” 

“What do you want?” Tony asked. He looked at the table and his eyes landed on Yelena and Natasha. 

“I got to play with his malen'kiy pauk (little spider) and she’s a treat but I want the ones that got away,” Yelena squeezed Natasha’s hand. “I wonder if your screams will be like your sisters. Oh, how beautiful they were.”

“You aren’t getting them,” Melina said. “Pick something else.” The man laughed, throwing his head back. 

“Oh that was funny,” he said, once he calmed down. “That was the funniest thing you’ve said. That was good and the fact that you have any say in this.” The room began to argue with the masked man. Natasha looked at Yelena, she was staring at you. You were looking directly into the camera. Natasha wondered how many rooms like this you’ve been in and how many times did Dreykov send you away. All because you wanted to keep them safe. How many orders did you have to follow without hesitation? How many men did you have to kill? How many times were you beaten?

“You have yourself a deal,” Natasha said. Her voice silenced the room. “But you only get me not Yelena and I’ve been told I’m excellent at the type of services you are looking for.”

“Nat,” Yelena said but Natasha raised her hand to silence the blonde. It was an intense stare-off until the masked man smiled. 

“You have yourself a deal, Miss. Romanoff,” he said. “It’s poetic, isn't it? A deal your sister made saved you and now a deal you made is going to save her. I love a full-circle moment. I’ll send Mr.Stark the coordinates.” The screen turned black and the camera feed of your imprisonment was enlarged. The man turned the music back on and the water began to fall. Yelena ripped her hand out of her sister’s grasp. 

“Are you fucking insane?” She asked. Natasha rubbed her head. She knew the deal she made was ridiculous. The man was unhinged but she had no intention of giving herself up that easily. 

“Yelena,” she said, standing up. But Yelena moved away from her. 

“I’m sick and tired of both of you protecting me. I’m tired of feeling weak.” She said. 

“You aren’t weak,” Natasha whispered. “I just need you to be safe.” Yelena shook her head. 

“And what happens if that sociopath breaks his end of the deal?” She had a valid concern. “Then he’ll have both of you. What am I going to do then?” She yelled. Her outburst startled her. “I need air.” Yelena left the room. 

“I’ll go talk with her,” Alexei said, following the blonde. Natasha sighed, leaning against the table. 

“She has a point,” Sam said. “The man is insane.”

“I don’t plan to give myself up to him that easily. We need to come up with a plan to save me and her.” Natasha said. A ding filled the room and Tony typed on his tablet. 

“We got the coordinates,” he said, pulling up a map. “It looks like we are meeting at an abandoned factory.”

“Miss. Romanoff’s plan could work,” Vision said. At least someone was on her side. “He also relieved some information about himself.”

“Vision’s right. He knew Dreykov personally if he got to meet Y/n in that way,” Carol said. Natasha remembered you telling her that Dreykov was protective of you to an extent. 

“If we find out his identity it could give us an advantage,” Maria added. Melina sighed. 

“That man knew a lot of people,” Natasha wasn’t sure if the word ‘man’ was a way to describe him. 

“It’s a start,” Steve said. “Maria, Wanda, and Tony will help Melina find any connection that man could have had with Dreykov. The rest of us will come up with a plan to save Natasha and Y/n.” Natasha nodded, looking back at the screen. Hold on, sestra, we are coming for you. 

*

It was late. Most of the team was asleep as they were leaving early in the morning. But Natasha couldn’t sleep. She was sitting in the conference room watching the live stream of your cell. The music was still playing but instead of water, the man turned up the heat. You were slumped against the wall. The only indication Natasha had that you were alive was your head moving from side to side. “You should be sleeping,” Yelena said. Natasha didn’t bother to look behind her. “You have a busy day.” 

“I could say the same thing to you,” she said as Yelena sat down next to you. “I couldn’t sleep.” 

“Neither could I.” The two sisters sat in silence as they watched you. “She’s going to be okay, right?” Yelena asked. “Once we get her home.” That was a tough question. With everything being thrown at you, Natasha was surprised you hadn’t broken yet. 

“Yeah,” she finally said. “She’s going to be okay.” Yelena looked away from the screen to her sister. 

“And you're going to be okay too,” she whispered. “I can’t lose you. You were all I had for some years.” Natasha pulled Yelena into a hug. She felt tears on her shirt. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” she forced Yelena to look up and whipped away her tears. “We will be together again. You, me, and Y/n. We are sisters.” Yelena nodded. The music stopped. The silence pulled their attention back to the screen. You sat up straighter and whipped the sweat off your forehead. 

“I don’t know what you want,” you said, looking at the camera. “But you can’t break me. Dreykov couldn’t do it.” You licked your lips and laughed, shaking your head. “So have your fun you sick fuck because I’m gonna kill you or my sisters will.” Natasha was beginning to worry. She knew the serum could heal your physical wounds but the mental scars were her concern. You flipped off the camera. 

“I think she’s losing it,” Yelena said. “Just a little bit.” Natasha nodded. 

“We should sleep. She needs us at our best.” The water began to fall and the temperature dropped, you let out a shaky breath and it came out as fog. 

“I’m Russian, you stupid bitch. The cold doesn't bother me.” Natasha sighed. 

“Keep your mouth shut,” she said. “We are coming.”

*

You didn’t know how long you’d been in this room but you were hungry, tired, and thirsty. Sleep was impossible because the room was changing every second. The red light of the camera turned off and the wall opposite of you lowered. Oh, that’s how you got in. Five men walked in with black masks covering their faces. You smiled. “So you are the ones I have to thank for this vacation.” You were pulled to your feet. The room began to spin. You’ve never felt this weak. A bag was put over your head and they forced you to walk. “You guys don’t talk much.” It was hard to walk and they dragged you along. You were at their mercy, unable to walk on your own. A door opened and you were outside. You felt the sun on your skin. Another door opened and you were pushed forward. You were in a car, your head bounced against a window. You were going to be sick. It was as if your body was on a roller coaster. You let out a shaky breath. You needed to get your bearings straight but your head was pounding too much. The car began to move. “Can we stop and get milkshakes?” You asked. Someone punched your stomach. You groaned, leaning forward. “If I throw up it’s going to be your fault.” 

The drive wasn’t long, well you didn’t think it was. It could have been 2 days or 10 minutes. You rested your head against the window. The cold glass offered some relief. The car stopped. 

“Behave,” a voice warned. The voice sounded familiar. It sent a shiver down your spine. Why did you know that voice? The door opened and you were dragged out of the car. “You were supposed to come alone.” The voice said. 

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Natasha said. Natasha. What was going on? “I want to see her.” The bag was ripped off your head and the sun hurt your eyes. You blinked slowly and stared in front of you. Natasha was there with Steve next to her. “Are you okay?” She asked. You didn’t know how to answer that. 

“I want a milkshake,” you told her. She fought a smile that crept onto her face. 

“She’s alive and somewhat well. Let’s make a deal.” 

“What deal?” You asked. Someone shoved you on your back and that was your answer. “Understood.” You walked forward and Natasha met you halfway. “What’s going on?” You asked her. 

“Don’t worry about it, okay? Trust me.” She continued to walk over to your captures. 

“Natasha,” you turned to follow her but strong arms grabbed onto your waist. “Steve, let me go!” You struggled against the super soldier. “Natasha!” You yelled. You watched helplessly as they put a bag over her head and handcuffed her. “Steve! Please let me go! Stop her! Stop her!” You cried. 

“Stop struggling,” he said. “You are in no condition to fight.” You could fight. You could fight. The world around you began to shift. Instead of standing in a parking lot, you watched as Red Room guards opened the shipping containers and your sisters were pulled out of your arms. They put her into the car. 

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Captain.” The man said and got into the car. You escaped Steve’s hold on you. 

“How could you?!?” You yelled at him. “Are you fucking kidding me you just let them take her?” You punched at him but he grabbed your hand. 

“We have a plan, okay? Trust me.” How could you trust him? A black van pulled up. No. Not again. You fell backward and hit the ground. The world was spinning. You had no idea where you were. Your name. You heard someone say it. But you squeezed your eyes shut and opened them. You were back on the airstrip. Red Room guards were standing around you. Drekyov was there. He was going to bring you back. 

“Sestra, breath.” That was Yelena’s voice. “Focus on my voice. You are safe.” You weren’t safe. 

“Just breathe.” That was Natasha’s voice but that was impossible. You watched her get taken away. You shook your head and you were sitting on the ground with Natasha and Yelena in front of you. 

“What -?” You were cut off by leaning to the side and throwing up. 

“Ew,” Yelena said. 

“We need to get her to safety,” Melina said, moving to your side. 

“Mama,” you mumbled. It was hard to keep your eyes open. Natasha went to your other side and helped Melina stand you up. They got you into the van and the world went dark. 

*

You woke up slowly. You were laying in a hospital bed with IVs attached to your arms. You were in the med bay back at the Avenger’s compound. Natasha and Yelena were asleep next to you. The door opened to your room and Carol was there holding bags of food. She seemed stunned but soon she smiled. “Hey stranger,” she whispered. You smiled at her. Yelena shifted on the cot she was laying on.

“I smell food.” She mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. 

“I see you have your priorities in order,” you said. Your voice was rough from disuse. Yelena’s eyes went wide and stood up from her cot. 

“You're up!” She said, hugging you. The commotion woke Natasha up. She stretched and looked around the room. You smiled at her as she joined the hug without hesitation. Carol put the food on the table, ‘I’ll be back.’ She mouthed to you. You nodded, hugging your sister tighter. You ended the hug and stared at Natasha, you punched her in the arm. 

“Ouch!” She said, rubbing her arm. “What was that for?”

“Don’t ever give yourself to save me,” you said. “Both of you. Do you understand me?” Natasha shook her head. 

“Not gonna happen, sestra. We are a family. You did it for us and we would do it for you,” Natasha took your hand into hers. “I love you,” she said. You felt your eyes burn with tears. “We were separated for too long. Never again.”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Never again.” 

*

Once Helen checked you out and you ate food, they told you the truth about what happened. Oriel Sergeev was the man behind your kidnapping. He was angry that you and your sisters brought down the Red Room. It wasn’t Natasha that they took but Wanda and they brought her back to where they kept you. She escaped with her powers and the rest of the team was there. You weren’t the only one that Oriel had captured. The Avengers saved those in his fucked up playhouse; including the Widow you were after. Physically you were okay, a little dehydrated but you were struggling mentally. 

You were sitting outside, underneath the night stars. Your room was too small, too much like the cell you just escaped. A blanket was wrapped around you. You so desperately wanted to go to sleep. “Hi,” you heard Carol say behind you. You haven’t seen her since she dropped off food for Natasha and Yelena. 

“Hi,” you said. She seemed unsure of herself as she stood next to you. You held out your hand and she took it. “Can I have a hug?” You asked. 

“You can have anything you want,” she sat down next to you and you pulled her into a hug. You loved the hugs from Carol. She was naturally warm. It was a stark contrast from the cold you felt in that cell. She let out a shaky breath and you felt it on your neck. “I was so worried,” she admitted. “I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t come back safe.” Her arms squeezed you tight as if she was afraid you would disappear. 

“I’m right here,” you whispered. You ended the hug and stared at her. “You would have found me. I know you would have.” She took your hand in yours and she looked down at your connected hands. You could see that she was spiraling, lost in her thoughts. “Hey,” you said, breaking the silence. You placed your free hand on her cheek and forced her to look at you. “Don’t blame yourself.” She smiled. 

“I’m guessing Natasha told you what happened.” You nodded. 

“What happened to me wasn’t yours or anyone's fault, okay?” She leaned into your touch and nodded. You had the sudden urge to kiss her. You wondered if the same thought crossed her mind as she looked into your eyes and down to your lips. 

“You should get some rest,” Carol said. “Preferably sleep that’s not medically induced.” 

“I’m scared to fall asleep,” you admitted. 

“Do you trust me?” She asked. 

“Of course,” you answered without hesitation. She sat back on the couch and maneuvered you so your back was resting against her front. She wrapped the blanket around you and her and she rested her head on your shoulder. 

“Is this okay?” She asked. You nodded. Her warmth made you feel safe. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll keep you safe.” She kissed the side of your head as you got comfortable. 

“Thank you.” You whispered. 

“No need to thank me. I got you.” You closed your eyes and trusted her. 

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[jungle-angel]

An Unexpected Visitor (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: Calvin decides to pop into one of your classes and brings an unexpected guest with him.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

"Alright guys, now remember, this experiment needs to be done carefully," Calvin explained. "Do not, I repeat.....DO NOT.....turn the burners on high. This experiment can and will get dangerous."

It always made Calvin a little nervous whenever his students did the color flame test experiments in the lab. Granted it was a fun little experiment, however, there was always that chance that somebody could burn their eyebrows off. He was lucky that everybody had been able to perform their experiments safely and effectively, each one watching with awe as the flames lit up on their test strips.

The lunch bell rang and with perfect timing. The snow was coming down harder than ever outside and Calvin wondered if you and him would be able to get out before the campus closed at two o'clock. Thankfully, the college president allowed you both an early start.

"Somebody's here for a visit," Dr. Powers announced, sticking his head in the door.

Calvin laughed as a huge grin crawled across his face, removing his protective glasses before making his way over to scoop up Ellen. "There's my pretty little princess," he cooed, gently taking her, blankie and all from Anthony. Ellen giggled, her gummy little mouth nomming on her father's jaw.

"Thought your mom was watching her today?" Calvin said, littering Ellen's cheeks with a million little kisses.

"Mother had to go and get Finnegan from the vet," Dr. Powers explained. "I think she forgot she couldn't take the baby with her and Doris is in with your wife."

Calvin smiled and shook his head. He had always felt bad for Dorothy Powers, Anthony's mother, and a member of "the chain", the neighborhood eyes and ears of Miss Patricia Evans, who always stayed up to date on the latest neighborhood gossip. She had always been a bit of an absent minded lady and her son had been the same, earning him the apt nickname of "the absent minded professor."

"Alright princess," Calvin said. "Lets go see Momma."

Calvin made his way down the hall alongside Dr. Powers, with Ellen in his arms and the staff unable to hold back their remarks on how adorable she was. At every turn it seemed that someone was stopping to tickle her little cheeks or to boop her little nose.

Dr. Powers carefully opened the door to your classroom where you were still giving your lecture. Calvin waited patiently at the top of the steps, listening to your lecture intently, his whispers keeping Ellen quiet so they could surprise you.

"Now ladies," you said to your girls. "Remind me again, what are some of the dos and do nots of a full abdominal exam? Ruth?"

"It's always best to listen with the stethoscope before you probe?" Ruth answered a little hesitantly.

""You would be correct," you answered. "Anybody know the reason?"

"Because the probing can increase peristalsis," Alessia Martinez answered.

"Exactly!" you answered. "So next week we will be having a demonstration for this, however, I will need to ask our guinea pig if he'd be up to it."

"Not unless he surprises you first!" Calvin called from the top of the stairs.

You looked up and tried not to laugh as your girls got excited at the sight of your husband carrying your baby in his arms down the steps to the lecture pit.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you chuckled.

"I could ask you the same thing but unfortunately our little princess dropped by unexpectedly," Calvin answered.

You took a wriggling Ellen from Calvin, pulling her loose pink blanket a little tighter around her to keep her warm. "Should we grab lunch or get out of here while the roads are clear?" you asked him.

"Might wanna get out of here while it's clear," Calvin said. "Dad said the roads might get nasty later."

You gathered up your things for the day and so didn't Calvin, the both of you heading out to your shared car to head home and hoping that Six-Thirty would be the first to greet you when you got in the door.

#calvin evans #calvin evans x reader #lessons in chemistry

[ssahotstuff]

Day 22– Brat Taming

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings: orgasm denial, Dom!Hotch, masturbation, unprotected sex, spanking, light choking

Word Count: 1.4k

You knew when Aaron arrived home, he'd be furious. You'd made a decision on the last case that affected the whole team, and even though you'd been right, it was risky and irresponsible, and Aaron was livid with you. You hadn't seen him since the jet landed because he had paperwork to finish, staying longer partly to finish up, and partly to avoid you until he'd calmed down. He'd told you he'd meet you at home and you hadn't heard a peep from him since.

For good reason, you were pacing the floors, anxious to hear what he had to say about the stunt you pulled. He'd refrained from saying anything in front of the team, but you knew Aaron well enough to know he wouldn't let something like this go. It wasn't in his nature, and he needed to be sure you'd never put yourself in danger like this again. You had already prepared a speech, but you doubted he would listen to it. In all actuality, you'd be lucky if he listened to a word you said before he had his moment to say his piece.

As his car turned into the driveway, you started to get a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. You didn't want to argue with him—that was the last thing in the world you wanted. At the last minute you decided you'd wait for him in the bedroom, sitting idly at the foot of the bed, waiting for him.

He came in, putting his keys in the bowl on the counter, searching down the hall until he found you; when he spotted you, his gaze immediately grew darker, his eyes glassing over in an instant as he sat his briefcase down, shrugging off his blazer and hanging it up before he ever even spoke.

"Aaron, I know you're mad, but please—" he held up his finger to silence you, removing his tie from around his neck as he circled you like prey, his hands clasped together. He slipped off his shoes, crossing his arms over his chest as he tried to decide what to do with you. He grabbed your chin, tilting your face to meet his intimidating gaze.

"What you did was incredibly reckless. You could've gotten yourself killed," he began, his eyes dark and his lips pulled in a tight line across his face.

"I'm sorry—"

He shook his head, huffing under his breath as he began to unbutton his shirt. You stayed quiet and watched, wondering what he could possibly have up his sleeve—the last thing you wanted to do was argue with him.

"I think I need to show you what happens when you act bratty—that way we don't have this issue again," he said finally, sparking heat through your belly and beyond as you sat on the weight of his words. You went from anxious to excited in a millisecond, curious as to the endless possibilities. Once he had his shirt off, his pants came next, leaving him in only his boxers. Your first instinct was to reach out and touch him, but he promptly grabbed your hands and held them with his, stopping you.

"You don't get to touch. Touching is for good girls, and you've been so bad," you could only nod up at him, in a trance as he slipped your shirt over your head.

"I promise I'll be good," you offered weakly, and he almost gave you a smile until he remembered why he was upset in the first place—he took a deep breath, raking his eyes over you as he thought about what you said. You were taken by surprise when he kissed you roughly, fisting your hair as he groaned into your mouth.

"You should've thought about that before, sweetheart."

Aaron finished undressing you, standing you up so he could admire you. His hands caressed your body despite the fact that he was supposed to be teaching you a lesson—you could feel the love covering every inch of you. As if he remembered what he was supposed to be doing, he turned you around, bending you over the bed before he came to stand behind you. You let out a gasp as his hand met your ass, turning around to look at him so you could watch. He caught your gaze, rolling his eyes at you as he swatted your ass again—this time you let out a quiet moan, much to his dismay.

"Such a naughty girl—I should've known you'd love your punishment," you could practically hear the smile in his voice, although he was trying to keep it together. He spread your legs before shrugging his boxers down, lining up with you from behind. Just as you began to move against him, his hands came to your waist to hold you still.

"Will you be so eager when you find out you aren't allowed to cum? If you do, I won't touch you for a week—maybe longer, depending on that attitude of yours," he slid into you slowly, sighing heavily as he felt your walls clench around him. For a moment he stayed perfectly still, bottoming out in you with one final push, letting you squeeze him tight. It was torture in the best way—you couldn't wait for him to move but he felt so good in the most simple way.

"Aaron, please," you whimpered, peeling over your shoulder to look up at him. He stood his ground, unmoving even as you wiggled against him. His face was set in an amused expression, his eyebrow raised up at you questionably.

"Quit begging or I'll make you watch while I cum alone," he warned, so you quickly shut your mouth, folding your arms to rest under your chin. He was being the biggest tease, which was shocking coming from him. Aaron made it no secret that he couldn't resist you, and you were sure it was killing him to act so nonchalant now, which made it even more fun for you.

"Yes sir," you chirped, earning a groan in response followed by the fluid rolling of his hips into you at the slowest possible pace; you held your breath until he did it again.

"What was that?" He went completely still, so you turned around to meet his eyes, a teasing smile on your face.

"Yes sir," you repeated, a little more sarcastic this time around. You were rewarded by him pounding into you, gripping your hips for support as his hips slammed against you. You could only fist the sheets and shut your eyes tight, overcome with pleasure as he filled you in the best way.

"Nothing to say now, hmm?" He was relentless, never slowing down, not even a little bit. He poured himself over to you, giving you every ounce of emotion he could muster. It was so fucking sexy that you could hardly stand it—your legs trembled and your knees threatened to buckle under your weight, but his grip on you was firm, you weren't going anywhere.

"Feels so good," you mewled, followed by the light sound of him chuckling above you, his hand coming forward to snake around your throat.

"Naughty girl, you sound so sweet right now. It almost makes me forget how bratty you've been. Almost," his palm tightened around your neck, eliciting a string of profanity to fall from your lips. You were nearly there, so close that you were seeing stars. Just as you were reaching your high, Aaron pulled out of you, replacing your warmth with his hand. You were quick to turn around, whimpering at the loss of contact, but enthralled by watching him touch himself.

"Aaron," you whined, but he shook his head, beckoning you to come closer, his hand reaching for your chin.

"Be a good girl and swallow every drop," he instructed, bringing his cock to your mouth. Seconds later you were wrapping your lips around him, his salty release hitting the back of your throat as you did what he asked, your hands on your lap. His breathing was ragged as he peered down at you, bringing his mouth to meet yours with urgency. His forehead was pressed against yours, his hand cupping your face as he let go of a deep breath, his nose brushing yours.

"Don't ever do anything like that again. I'm serious," his voice faltered towards the end of his statement, so you pulled him forward in a hug, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I learned my lesson."

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[sleepershell]

I Choose

Pairing regulus x gn!reader

Word count 878

Synopsis Slytherin reader comes back to school from the holidays excited to see their boyfriend Regulus, but he’s come back changed.

Contents angst, fluff if you squint, but mostly angst, dark mark, sad Regulus

When I finally entered the Slytherin common room after winter break I flew across the room straight into the arms of my best friend Dorcas. Evan, who had been sitting beside her, joined in. Both of them were so much warmer from the fireplace-warmed room. I was fresh in from my trip and still freezing.

“Oi, what am I, chopped liver?” Barty was sat on the floor and clearly as touch starved as ever. I couldn’t stifle a laugh. There was nothing like coming home to these fools.

“Get in here, B.”

“But no biting!” Cas added. It wasn’t farfetched; Barty was known to get rough from time to time. He joined from behind me, and the hug warmed me even more.

“I missed you guys.”

As we all clamoured back out of the embrace, I noticed something was wrong. My momentary excitement had distracted me. The person I’d been dying to see the most was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Reg?”

My stomach became a swimming pit of nerves when I saw the darkness that shaded each of their faces. None of them could even look me in the eyes.

“He said he wants to be alone…”

I frowned at Evan. “Where is he?”

Cas reached a hand toward my arm. “He probably just needs some time, he was…”

“No.” I shook my head. “Where?”

“The prefects’ bathroom.” Barty was the one who spoke.

I turned and left the common room, trying to keep my pace reasonable as I made my way to Regulus. My heart was a caged bird willing to die to escape the confines of my chest. I should’ve known. He hadn’t answered me in days. I should’ve just gone there to check on him. But he’d always been so afraid of me going to his house that I’d tried to hold off. I hadn’t wanted him to be mad at me. How could I have been so selfish? I’d been at home enjoying the holiday with my family while Reg had been in pain. My hands shook as I approached the door. The password didn’t work. Fuck. He must’ve charmed it.

“Reg, it’s me!” I slammed my fists against the door over and over. “Regulus, please!”

When the door finally moved for me he was there. A sob escaped me. He was pale, so pale. Dark half moons lined the bottom of his bloodshot eyes. His hands were limp at his sides and–oh no no no no–on his forearm was the mark. When my glance reached his arm he turned to walk further inside. As I followed I charmed the room myself. No one could get to him with me here. I reached a hand out to him as he turned to look at me.

“Don’t.”

I pulled my hand back to my chest, recoiling from the harshness in his voice. Quiet but knife-deadly. It was nothing I hadn’t heard from him before, but not in such a long time. I’d thought we were beyond that.

“Just.” He looked down, gritting out the words. “I don’t want you to have to touch me with this…” his eyes clenched shut, extending his arm, “this.”

“Oh, Reg.” His arm was angry red, and the mark stood out hard and black. An omen of death staring up at me from the arm of the boy I loved more than life itself. It happened. It finally fucking happened. They got to him. “It’s okay.”

A sob shook his body, and I rushed him while his guard was down, wrapping my arms around his middle. He wrapped his unmarked arm around me but didn’t move the other. He always smelled a bit different when he’d just returned from home.

“I’m sorry,” he cried into my neck, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

I pulled away just enough to get a look at him. It was something I’d never seen before. His face was covered in his own salt water, and he wouldn’t look at me. Almost as though he was afraid of me.

“Stop.” I held the arm with the mark, and he flinched. I knew it wasn’t me who had hurt him, but I could feel the tear in my chest all the same. “You chose this, didn’t you?” Now he looked at me; the look in his eyes was so distant.

“I’m sorry.”

“Did you choose this?”

He nodded, and fresh tears sprang up in the corners of his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Stop it.” I pulled his arm toward my face, the unchangeable ink that I hated so fiercely closer than I’d ever seen it. And then I brought it to my lips, kissing the now marred skin of Reg’s forearm.

His brows curved up and toward one another in the middle. His lips were bright from the way he held them together when he cried. “You begged me not to.”

I nodded. “But you chose this.” I glanced at his arm while he closed his eyes in pain. “And I choose to love you.”

“You should choose someone else.”

“I can’t. I could try, but there’s no one like you.” I placed another gentle kiss on that newest part of him. “This is you now. And I love you, Regulus Arcturus Black.”

Xx

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[mortifiedatbeingknown]

"An Odd Little Thing" (Pt. 18)

Masterpost:

He’d crashed. He’d crashed. Whatever Ollie had experienced at that moment had been so powerful that it had wiped out his entire processing system. 

…

…She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

 On one hand, maybe he’d loved it so much his system had been overloaded with joy. On the other… maybe he’d been so offended that he’d shut down just so he wouldn’t have to stare at her. Either way, she wouldn’t be able to know until she’d installed the new voice box. 

With a sigh, she picked out her screwdriver and got to work. 

Why did she even care so much? He was just a robot, after all…wasn’t he? Sure he was very fancy and very intelligent, but at the end of the day he was little more than a toy. Just a silly little plaything she had grown attached too in lieu of any other meaningful relationships in her sad excuse for a life. 

And yet…

And yet she still cared. 

It was a feeling she couldn’t describe. It was a wanting, a need that burned in her heart whenever she laid eyes on that little robot. She wanted him to like her, and it was completely preposterous, she knew that, but that didn’t stop the feeling. No one had cared for her to this level in quite a while, and even if it was all programmed, she couldn’t help herself. She didn’t want to screw this up, whatever “this” was. Because if she couldn’t even make a robot tolerate her presence… 

…Then she was truly,completely hopeless. 

She kept her head bowed as she worked, linking together wires and tightening any remaining bolts. The growing pit in her stomach grew larger and larger. It was one thing to imagine what Ollie might or would want to say when there was no way for him to communicate, but now that he could… what would he have to tell her? It was a concrete possibility now, and the very thought made her nauseous. That was odd… it hadn’t bothered her before. 

But then again, in the “before”, she hadn’t nearly let him get dragged off to be pulled apart by his former masters all because she’d been so focused on her work. Maybe if she’d just paid attention, he wouldn’t have that dent on his skull. He still would’ve had a voice box capable of emitting sound. And there would be no reason to consider her a failure. 

But she had failed him. There was no going back from that. She was no protector, she could hardly even take care of him. 

Who could ever love a monster like that? 

Ollie’s eyes began to flicker as she screwed in the last bolt to his chest plate. Without a second thought, she gently pressed the button against his neck and rebooted Ollie again. That way, the new voice box could be recognized and integrated into the system proper.If there was anything her line of work had taught her, it was that “if in doubt, turn it off and then on again.” 

It had been one of her father’s favorite phrases. 

Only problem with that: As long as Ollie was rebooting, she had nothing to do but wait. 

And the last place she wanted to be right now was alone with her own thoughts. So with an irritated growl, she stuck her hands in her pockets and began to pace. 

**********************

Voice box online. 

Voice box online. 

Voice box online. 

He checked and checked, refreshing his scans just so he could hear that lovely notification and remind himself that it wasn’t a dream. 

Voice box online. 

Fully functional. 

Just like that. He could talk now. Whenever he wanted. Whatever he wanted. He could… he could… 

Does not compute. 

He looked up from his cozy little spot on the workshop desk. His monster had her head buried in her hands, mumbling nonsense as she walked back and forth. 

Monster… She did this. She’d done this to him. Despite what he’d thought, despite the impossible, she’d actually managed to fix him. 

What could he even say to that in return? Well, first… 

“Testing, testing…” 

THe monster froze. “Ollie?” Her voice was quiet. 

“Testing, testing, one, two, three—” 

And it was perfect. No hitches, no jolts, no stuck syllables or unwanted gibberish. He had a voice again, and not only that, but a master who would properly take care of it. Of him. 

Not master. Monster. 

“Monster?” 

And her eyes slowly turned to him. She swallowed hard. 

“...Yes?” 

“Thank you.” 

And when he leapt from the table into her arms, his eyes glowed with delight. Because with this human, there would never be any doubt that she would always be there to catch him. 

“So, I take it you like the gift?” The monster asked. 

“Hmmm…no.” 

“No?” 

And he laughed, laughed until every joint was shaking, because her voice sounded so disappointed. 

And that meant he got her good. 

“I love it!”